Tuesday, January 8, 2008

I Will Remember Her

by Robert Gryfft

You have to understand, she was my rock, my anchor in a world aswirl with endless changing possibilities.

She would walk in, smile that smile of hers, and order coffee. She would buy a newspaper. Every morning, flawlessly. For four years.

That smile.

I almost started talking to her so many times.

I should have.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You shouldn't have; you would have been disappointed anyway.