Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant.
Where are you? Not here. These are the nights that would be most beautiful if I could just talk with you to share memories and hopes for the future.
xx 9:41 p.m.