Infatuation

It was just one glance, that was all I had to see. Not a name, not a face, but that figure walked by and disappeared in a flash. That beautiful green skirt flourished through the gloomy weather and captivated my sights as well as my mind. The hair, somewhat familiar pierced my soul and took it away from me yet I did not see her face. As the sun reveals itself at this current moment, the image of this stranger, this culmination of my desires dissipates slowly. A reminder. This wretch clinging onto the false hope that one day I may see her face.