Prose The Face Of Yesterday

As she ascended the stairs, pausing for a moment. Standing on the balcony reflecting on yesterday. She turned momentarily, her eyes scanning the crowd of beautiful people, gathering for a lovely evening. Music was softly playing. Couples were swaying to the music, it was a magical scene. Suddenly a pair of eyes were looking back at her. Someone so familiar, someone from yesterday had stepped out of her dreams, and emerged into this life time. He was dancing with a lovely lady. She was visibly shaken, turning away to regain her composure for a moment. Thinking she must get closer, take another look, speak to him. Somehow capture his attention. As she approached the stairs, she turned once again to find the face that eluded her so many times before. The face of yesterday. The lovely lady was standing, talking with friends.Laughing in merriment. The familiar face was nowhere in sight. It had vanished into the night, as if a vapor. Was this reality or an illusion? Her heart sank in despair.