The Realm of Indifference

Hand in hand, they move across the street towards the green light. Headlights cast their dynamic lively shadows as they dance forwards.
Her hair.
They blossom between the weeds, and their odor spreads the smell of life. Enchanting eyes with dreams, affecting all, infectiously, inescapably by something so rare; it spreads, and scatters in directions and connections deemed unthinkable.
Her eyes.
It destabilizes people’s motives, current ventures, forty-year old habits. The city’s heart skips a beat.
Her lips.
The gravel crunching at their feet, and the trees envelope the park’s most colorful path. But tonight the colors shifted towards orange, and the few streetlights guide them further and prolong their song. Bravely he guides her, and she follows like a victim longing for his conviction. Even though they feel light they settle on an immovable human force.
The music stagnates, he holds her closely, a damp silence hovers heavily, and the words take over the dying song’s echo.
I love you…