The Face In The Crowd

The face in the crowd

Walking through time

The church on the hill

That day

Etched forever in silent loathing

No word, no reason, long gone

Fifteen years

The face, older

In the crowd

She wanted to scream at him

Just say something

She began to follow him

Watching as he walked into the graveyard

Stopping beside the solitary grave

Touching the headstone

Finally disappearing

She approached the grave

Reading the inscription on it

The name stood out

She kept staring at it

Recoiling in disbelief

The name and date

Fifteen years ago

The wedding day

It didn’t make sense

She began to study the name

Touching the engraving just to make sure

Looking around, searching for him

Her head spinning

Nothing made sense

Finally falling to her knees

The face in the crowd

The face in the crowd

Walking through time.