trudging the empty aisle -
across wet rusty tables
wooden benches
and a japanese maple tree,
i reminisced our first kiss
where it was just us along with
the non-existent crowd.
when the settled rain
splashed softly on my shoes,
i heard the sound of
approaching footsteps
when you’re just inches
away from home.
and all alone, i drenched
in the smell of dewy grass,
the same way you buried your
face in my perfumed dress.
wherever i looked, i see
the granular semblance,
the slightest fraction of you.
in the empty aisle
in the splash of rain
in the dewy grass
in the middle of nowhere -
in everywhere,
there was you.