Jagoda. That was her name.

I wrote this piece to and for the girl whose name it bears. Jagoda is a very talented poet. I just thought this kind of 'You're great' will work better.

The chill in the breeze from the
approaching night.
The horizontal spread of the fiery
sunset light.
It was written on the tablet of
fate, in black and white.
It was foretold then, a reflection
of the future, clear and bright.
It was written in my life too. Her
name, engraved on my heart.
Jagoda. I was hers even before
the start.
Standing at the bus stop. Same
view but not monotonous. The sun
setting in the distant horizon.
A calm breeze dancing
ceremonially past my cheeks. I
stared on.
The sudden change in the air
around was more than noticeable.
The scent of her perfume
embraced the aura as she
approached.
Her scent didn't just linger, it
dominated the air. She
commanded my attention. I
turned to have a clear sight. In
awe, I watched.
I met her eyes fixed on mine. It
was mental love at first sight.
Deep past her eye balls, I beheld
the purity of her soul. She had to
be Miss. Right.
I felt her look at me with the same
passion that burned in me.
I felt my every fear melt. As she
and I looked into each other's
eyes intently.
It was fate wrapped in ecstasy. I
wanted her and I know that she
felt the same.
I could feel what she felt. Jagoda
was her name.
Her medium dark hair. Slowly
blew with the gentle whispering
breeze.
Her red dress, tightly expressed
her Afri-CAN design. I paused, as
though silently saying, 'cheese'.
Her thin eyebrows. Her hazel eyes.
Her full lips.
Her hour-glass shape. Her wide
hips.
In a flash, she stole my
heart_literally .
But I wanted her to offer hers to me,
willingly.
'Hey Miss,' I hesitated. 'You must
be new.'
'To this area? Not quite. Maybe to
you.'
'Well. I haven't seen you before.
You're not from around, are you?'
'Obviously, not as much as you.'
'So, just where are you from?'
'I'll be leaving in a bit. I see no
point in revealing my home.'
'Mmhhh... The thing is, I'd like to
know how I can see you again.'
'You can't. And if you do, I'll tell
you then.'
As though the universe conspired
against me, a bus arrived and
slowed to a halt.
She just had to go. It was neither mine nor her fault.
'Okay. Then at least, just leave me
with your digits.'
'If you'll not see me again, I see
no benefit.'
'What about your name? What do
I call you when we meet?'
'Jagoda. That's what you call me IF
we meet.'
With the hurt of holding
unspoken words, I watched her
board the bus.
There goes my Miss. Right Now.
There goes a chance of us.
A beauty with the rare touch of
divinity. She left as soon as she
came.
I keep one thing from her till
today... Jagoda. For Jagoda was
her name.
I hold this hope inside me,
however-
That I'll set my heart upon her,
before the dawn of forever.
Yes. To say every last word. To
clear my chest of it's every last
blame.
Right my wrong and make her
mine. To be with her. Jagoda...
That's her name.

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Reviews

[Dark Tower]

An amazing read. Well written.

[Alexander143]

Thanks a lot B.C

[Heather]

I loved when you wrote Her scent didn't just linger, it dominated the air. She
commanded my attention. Such a beautiful write of your falling in love with this woman wanting her to be yours... I enjoyed it very much

[Alexander143]

Thanks a million. I'm glad you liked it.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A nice portrayal of a life event. Unrequited love me feels pains the soul.

[Alexander143]

Machos gracious John. I appreciate.