On A Day Like This (Writing Entry)

On a day like this, I walked down the street underneath the trees that changed color as I watched.  As day fell to night, I foun myself approaching an old park.  The swings, rusted and forgotten, seemed to beckon me.  Carefully, I rested on one, swaying back and forth like a leaf in a slight breeze.

As I sat, tears began to flow, tracking down my cheeks.  Life wasn’t fair.  Love wasn’t fair.  All I wanted was my Prince Charming and that would never come true now.

“Hello,” someone said.  I glanced up, tears still falling from my darkened blue eyes.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“A friendly ear, should you need one,” he said.

“What makes you think I want one?”

“I didn’t say want.”

I dropped my eyes to his sneakers.  Dirty white ones with frayed laces and worn toes.  I didn;t want him here.  Why was he here?  I just wanted to be alone.

He sat on the swing next to mine.  “I know your face,” he whispered.

“What?”  I swung my head up and my nose almost collided with his chin, he was leaning so close.

“I know your face.  I have seen it on my own,” he said.

He was really starting to freak me out.  “What are you talking about?”

“That same sadness.  That desperation.  I’ve felt it as well.”

Anger swelled up in me.  “What do you know about it?!”

He stood and for the first time, I noticed the long black cape that swirled about his shoulders.  “I have seen more than you know.”  He began walked swiftly away.

I watched him until he’d almost disappeared into the blackness at the edge of the park.  He turned only once, stared long and deep into my eyes, giving me silent messages about his pain and my tears.  In his eyes was a warning not to come any closer and then it was cut off.  He closed his eyes.

I got up and followed him.