Maybe In Another Life
By Josh Lewis
“Maybe in another life” she said with her beautiful Hazel
eyes blazing. I wasn’t sure if they were blazing with passion or
regret. Her hair, flawless and deep, as her eyes flipped as she
walked away, turning the corner and leaving me alone on Fifth
Street. The calm yet isolating snow continued to fall and cover
me in a blanket of uncertainty.
“In another life” I murmured quietly to myself. I glanced at
my watch only to be hit with the crushing realization that she
gave me this watch years ago, but what was startling was that I
had been standing in my cold blanket of uncertainty for
nearlyan hour, darkness has fallen, and was still alone on Fifth
Street.
The beautiful stillness of the snow that comforted me yet
isolated me now displayed the fire in my heart. The snow
became a white wall, being bent and disfigured by the
moaning and howling wind. The only thing visible in the
confusion of the yellow-white snow was the lonely headlights
of passing cars and the ghostly figures of the stray souls
wandering the streets
I started my long journey home, dragging my feet with
every step. I slowly became disoriented not just in my sense of
direction but within my mind as well. I kept walking.
The crunch of the snow under my feet soon fell on deaf
ears. Each block stretched for an eternity as my mind began to
wander. I couldn’t decide if the ground under my feet was
pavement or asphalt.
I closed my eyes for a brief moment to remember the purity
of her hazel eyes. A distant and fading voice called my name,
and as I opened my eyes I felt a quick snap of pain and then —
nothing —. The sound of crunching metal rung in my ears.