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, 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.