Henry Wong

(I lean back against the park bench as I watch Lily pick flowers. A smile crosses my face as the image stirs up a memory... a time back in high school... a time when I felt your gaze on me, and i almost said the words i had wanted to say a hundred times, but didn't... I close my eyes, trying to banish the thought, the lingering regret. I open my eyes and almost jump when I see a familiar woman jogging down the path. My heart races and my lips part, calling your name softly.) Is that you?