Tragic loss

She leaves her mask
on
the next seat with a note:

TAKEN.

I take the seat
and wear the mask
beside her.

She gives me a blank stare.

“Me too,” I explain,
returning her note.
“Sadly.”

About Brad Frederiksen

Engineer and analyst of electro-mechanical and digital systems by day job. Practitioner and student of life and art (broadly construed). View all posts by Brad Frederiksen

2 responses to “Tragic loss

  • kathi

    wow and then what happened? they danced i’m guessing, tango, two-step, waltz through the concert and fell in love before the night was over:)
    or maybe they never said a word, looked straight ahead throughout, stiff as boards, not liking one the other one bit haha but then, maybe it was all a dream, one of those recurring dreams, every night he would take the seat and hand back the mask and though they met this way many times they never knew it. captivating poem,

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