As days turned into weeks
and weeks into months,

Marianna began to fantasize
about her secret admirer.

She wondered how he looked like;

Does he have brown hair?

Black?

Blonde?

Eyes black as the night sky?

Blue?

Green?

Hazel?

What about his skin?

His voice...
How does his voice sound?

She wondered.

And wondered.

Her mind filled with questions
wanting to be solved.

It was a mystery
for he never showed himself.

Usually,
the letters will be on her doorstep.

And at times,

She would catch
a glimpse of

                  Someone

                              Walking
         
                                          Away...