Raccoon-eye-wide she sat. A wave, possibly captured from a golden sea unknown, sheltered her left brow. She beamed a smile at me from across the street. A smile like the setting, equatorial, West Pacific sun, Indescribably beautiful but nevertheless fading. She was sipping coffee cafe-front and roadside. Starved, lonely eyes I stood. I stopped. I stared. I ran towards her. As I ran I was oblivious to any traffic, oblivious to any danger, and oblivious to any reality. I felt as if she was a mirage, An Oasis within my desert of a mind. A desert filled with endless dunes of loneliness. We sat sipping coffee cafe-front and roadside. - Everyday we sat togethor. Everyday we aged togethor. Everyday I would pass the cafe to remember the first day that we met one another. Lonely eyes I stand again. Alone and broken by a vicious wind. Too many years since she has passed. Too many years since we have been. - Wait, what is this? Confused I stand, staring across the street. Is that her?! How could this be?! I yell out to her. Her response, a fate worse than death, "I'm sorry. Have we met?" - Life is always forward moving and I find, We only choose to live it. True love, a state of mind, One does not choose to dream it. -