
Monday, June 14, 2010

She spends her days looking into my garden from above. Her apartment looks out over my house, and I couldn't help myself waving at her, longing for her wrinkled face to smile at me. All day she sits there and stares at me, and all day I wander around in my garden, waving at her while the image of her partial face behind the faded curtains grows fondly into my heart.
Today I finally build up the courage to say 'Hello' while waving at her. She didn't smile. She didn't speak. I spoke up: 'Hello!' Nothing happened. I yelled from the top of my lungs, giving it my all, my heart.
She stepped back and closed the curtains. Now all day I am weeping in my garden, desperately looking up again and again in hopes to find her staring at me - in vain.
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