She stops
as all the other kids
run by.
She sees him in the doorway, a smile on his face,
watching them run.
She smiles at him and waves.
She runs and skips,
and he hears the scratch
of her heels on the sidewalk.
He chuckles, remembers when
he too,
possessed that superpower.
He waves good-bye
to far more
than her fading image.
Though she doesn’t see,
he has no regrets,
and goes inside to the
ponderous ticking
of his dusty
grandfather clock.
*picture by Ethereal Mind at deviantart.com
