Fig.2

I watch her from a distance, on that swing.

Those smooth slender legs that used to wrap themselves around my waist.
Those arms that used to wrap themselves around my neck.
Those perfect lips that used to wrap themselves around my Own.

Her Summer dress billows in the wind, yellow hair trails behind like a shimmering flag. The pendulum motion has me in a trance. She swings back and forth, back and forth. My heart beats faster. She travels higher. It is like a beautiful song. Silent to all but me. Impulses can no longer to be contained. I stand and walk towards her, caught in my own reverie.

But wait. I know this song. I know what really swings over there. That is nothing more than a bewitching Siren. Alluring and dangerous. A beautiful embodiment of bullshit stories.

I turn and leave.