3rd Draft
4-26-17
I saw it when I was walking: A small paper heart
It was flapping in the warm breeze, blowing faintly in the direction I was walking
There was a name written on it, eloquently scribed in shining black ink
The color was faded from many splendid days in the sun, but the words shone on
I squinted my eyes through the golden sun to read the heart
Tom. He said. I looked up and an old man was watching the heart beside me.
That's my name. He put his hand on my shoulder and watched as the wind blew harder
The heart flapped wildly and blew into the air, swooping in a circle
As the wind calmed down, back to the faint breeze, the heart landed at his feet.
He picked it up and hugged it into his chest.
It's okay to go, the wind whispers. And we walked on.
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