Encounter

I saw you across the mist in that rainbow land. A kite hung low over my head for a few brief moments before it drifted away. It has been a million years since that chance meeting. I have not tried to look for you though you came across in many city-walks (in passing). When I hurdle under the heaters of an unknown hotel's entrance for a few seconds before continuing on my walk to nowhere and somewhere, I have felt a hand slip into mine.
Though there was nothing particularly noticeable about you, I have surprisingly found smatterings of you in billboards, in postal stamps, in vintage albums and T-shirt messages. Now the memory seems to be fading. All that remain are a bunch of rough lines and a discontinuous silhouette. Yet, I have not attempted to fill the gaps in with my imagination. I could... I would create the most beautiful and enchanting creature. Marvelous in every sense of the word; a heavenly body with a slanted smile. But where would I go to find the most curious flaws? The smirk in place of a smile. That yellow ochre that lingers in my head among all your other blacks and whites. Those glorious imperfections that shone through the mist that afternoon. And without those colors the picture would that be of someone else. Without those out of sync noisy notes, the music will be strange. Beautiful alright but not the same.
So now, when I meet myself in a different world in a different time continuum, I will close my eyes and will jump to reach for that bright green kite that will be hanging low over my head. So nothing lingers as memory, but just the essence within that can not be lost.