I met a lady today, her name I didn't catch. She seemed to be hungry, so I offered her some of my lunch. She did eat, and I noticed she had trouble swallowing. I couldn't help but to wonder why she had so much trouble, anyway, she didn't tell me and I didn't ask. I saw her again the next day. Funny thing about her though, she never came around unless I was at work, or maybe that's the only time I noticed her. Once I saw her watching me from a distance. At first I wasn't sure if it was her, but as the fog cleared, I could easily tell it was. It's near impossible to mistake her loving dark eyes, her slender face, or the gentle way in which she moves.
When I first saw her that morning, before the fog had cleared, I was thinking, maybe she didn't want me to see her. Later though, when I had a spare moment, I waved her over and she came at once. Our eyes connected and all I could do was stare, for her beauty was breath taking. She looked at me with a somewhat sad face this day. Possibly I just detected a little loneliness. I reached out to touch her but she wouldn't have it. She moved back a bit, smiled, "knowingly," then went away. I haven't seen her since. It's been a year now, I hope she's alright. Sometimes I think I would have married that girl, if she hadn't been a seagull.