I saw somebody this morning. Walking down the alley. He was wearing white tight jeans and a black and brown hoodie. At a distance, I could see that he was carrying something white and fuzzy. When I got closer, I realized he was holding a fluffy thing. A set of feathery angel wings folded in half. My first thought was, I wish I was a painter. I would like to paint him. I guessed he was walking home from a Halloween party. His pants and his wings were in sharp contrast to the dingy alley.
The second thought I had was, I think he is sad leaving his lover’s apartment. Did he have a one night stand? Does it even matter if this is a love story?
And now, I think I get
it.
You see now that I think about it, he seemed to be very happy to be carrying his costume home.
But me?
I didn't want the morning to come.
+Just in case you are wondering, this is how you do it:
HOW TO WRITE AN AUBADE
