The Dimly Lit Hallway Beyond

Imaginary Girl

"Strange. I remembered your eyes as bluer
than summer skies," he said.
"They've always been the color you see," said she,
"you never pay attention."
"That," he said, "wasn't what you used to say."
"You must be thinking of someone besides me."
"But you're taller, or maybe thinner."
"No. The same."
"Of course, It's been a while," he explained.
"Since yesterday."
"You look so different when you're away."

The Murmur of a Conversation Not Quite Heard