I decided I would walk downtown today, past the irish pubs and the fancy restaurants on the oldest street in town
The icy air pulled at my cheeks, making them hurt and go red, like my grandmother.
I stuffed my hands into the wool encases, ******* for each arm.
it comes as a shock, feeling the final gasp of autumn at the hands of winter, triumphant.
I approach the familiar red globe and two curvy tails perched atop the glass titanic reaching to the sky, scraping our gas giant with the edge of it's mirrors
But it is in this reflection that strikes me, more than the blinding light of the sun, or the loud music across the street.
I walk alone.
I do not see your hands in mine or your modest black skirt.
your beautiful bright brown eyes no longer look into mine, your glowing face no longer comforts me. I can't see your hair, or smell the smell of j-lo coming from your skin.
I can't see your smile in the mirror reflection, and I can't see your beauty; not for awhile.
A man takes your place for a moment- he walks promptly past me, grey briefcase in hand.