Catch Some Wide Eye

Prettier than Pink

he follows her footsteps
head bowed, silent.
she stares straight ahead,
does not slack
click, click, click

heels give her height
and height gives her power.

he glides into her rhythm
tips up his chin,
“will you at least look at me?”
he cries in a plaintive voice,
almost sweet.

“No,” she replies
cool, determined.

He stops abruptly,
mouth agape,
system too shocked,
too riddled with brutal rejection
to respond any longer.

She doesn’t even wince
as she continues the trail,
mutters under her breath,
“I walk alone.”

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