Prose Poem for the word: “Ephemeral”
We had been friends since teenage angst appeared. She expressed her fears; I told her mine. Our innocence and our secrets settled there, on those walks, before life took us on separate journeys; before time and life and distance parted our ways. But sometime the memory of that camaraderie; that longing returns, like image stamped upon the sidewalk of my brain, and I find
myself passing there again, expressing my deepest heart.
