She entered the shop at a half- past two, the shop closed at three.
She was quiet and cautious; trailing her fingers over the fabric.
I asked her if she needed help, and she declined, averting her gaze.
She was a striking creature; angular features, tiny emerald eyes barely seen because of her
long luscious bangs.
Her porcelain skin, contrasted with her ebony hair.
She was tall. I imagined if we were dancing, she in heels, we would be eye level.
She looked in my direction and in that moment I saw her.
Longing and desperation for something to be okay.
The bell clanked on the door frame, and she was gone.
The only thing that remained was the fragrance of lemons.
She came again at a half-past two, and the shop closed at three.
She paused in the doorway as if I kept her from entering.
Alas, I stood at the desk waiting for her, I smiled.
She looked around, and once again I asked her if she needed assistance.
No, a velvety voice responded with a sad smile.
Why, she smiled, I still wonder to this day.
Her red nail polish caught my eye.
“Are you sad?” she asked.
Her internal thought process and her question, had me in mind; an invitation perhaps,
but then she was gone.
To this day, when I see lemons, I can’t help the sad, smile on my face.