Give me something, feasible, viable…. What is this plan of yours? Give me something tangible, something I can hold, something I can touch and touches me. Words remain for a fleeting moment and are carried away by the wind, as if the syllables had never been breathed from someone’s lips. A brief mental lapse. Give me something real so that I never have any doubt.
And if not, let this then remain just a secret smile in the back (or the front) of my mind, depending on the day time and weather. In my travels, I’ll think of you fondly. If our paths happen to cross, I will not disregard you. I will greet you, kiss both your cheeks and, for a moment, remember you … and us. And then I’ll smile.