The Missing Book

Images in my head of a woman in black. Umbrella above her head, walking down a sidewalk. Iron gates and old buildings behind her. The image that is black & white. It haunts me and yet the black and white image turns blacker as my memory fades. A book that is missing. Long abandoned and forgotten for so long. Messages and meaning that meant so much to me once upon a time. Like Wilde, Poe, and many others ; this writer was special. The writer was an unfamiliar stranger. Still, my heart aches to read those words again. Turn those pages, give me more inspiration. Drive for new visions. Sadly, the binded mentor has vanished into an oblivion that I cannot fathom where... not search for.