Romance Left Burried

A small piece I felt compelled to write. I always enjoy the sense of the world goes on with or without you.

Days pass. Rain glitters the asphalt. Vultures feed on the unfortunate, and there is an ever present aria of wind. Then. One day. When they met, with their thoughts aligned, their personalities the right charge, a rare song billowed. A soft glimmering melody. A fleeting circumstantial chance, only to be left it drift into dust. Secrets remain buried. Lofty forms left unattained. Leaves dry. Snow glitters the asphalt. Days pass.