We become free to follow where our minds randomly take us.
Title: The Phone Booth
With patience, she stands by the phone booth for the anticipated call with the understanding that it may never come.
The phone booth on the corner of the street does not ring.
Anxiously, with coins in hand, he rushes towards the phone booth to make a call that he knows might not get answered.
The phone booth on the corner of the street does not connect.
Detached, both walk away from the phone booth distraught with reignited grief.
Title: Not Here
Put the past away and then run after it.
She sits alone in the coffee shop. The coffee is hot, smells sweet; puts her into a contemplative state. She thinks of someone like you.
Not here, not while I still need you around.
She remembers what is in front of her but she is alone. A chaotic time to be in and remember. She sets the coffee down and walks out the door.