the love was in the heart
Sunday, August 26, 2007
she opened the worned out backpack and took out a small locket, its chain rusty after years of separation.
she clicked it open.
the man she loved the most, more than anyone in her life, smiling back at her behind her faded reflection against the blurry glass.
Tenderly, she clutch the cold metal chain and held it up against her warm fingers, glancing up, feeling at peace with the rhythmic spinning of the locket.
she looked on, for a while, and another while.
afterall, she needed it badly.
'Kendall! are you in there?' an exasperated voice of a woman echoed through the darkness of the male toilet.
She did not reply, but she knew her muffled crying would give her away.
