The sign
Two people walk down a deserted street, just a man and a woman holding hands in the rain. Others pass them by, avoiding them with diligence... hurrying towards their own unending silence, but I watch the couple from my own obscure place blinded by the love that reflects in their face.. and something in me searches for that which I don't have, in those two wet, lovingly intertwined hands, for if I am to accept that love like theirs exists, I would need a reason, a sign, a miracle to make me... Sign in to see full entry.