A walk to remember.

Have never felt the breeze hitting my face so softly
Moist and cold in the midnight.
Aware of every breath I took,
Oblivious of the crowd, In the company of Friends
Away from every one else.

We Strolled down the Brooklyn bridge,
admiring the midnight beauty of the New York City.
The factitious lighting glorifying the beauty of tall buildings,
Artificial waterfall , synchronized to extreme.

I noticed a yellow line dividing the bridge in two lanes,
One for cyclist and other for pedestrians .
No wonder the traffic was high our side,
While the other was empty.

Lost in my thoughts, contained in my being,
I dint realise when I crossed the yellow line,
Till I was knocked by metal rod and the next moment,
found myself lying on the ground crying with pain ,
In a moment I was ware that I was hit by a bike.

Saw a women in her late thirties,
struggling to gather her breath, helmet and bike.
Her head has crashed into the rusted iron barriers.
Friends rushed, few towards me and most towards her,
Every wants to help a woman.

Her eyes were wet, I felt terrible
She got up and said :
"I was looking down and biking and didn't see you"
I was staring at her holding my bleeding arm,
her pain was less physical unlike mine.

She continued:
"My Husband left me today for someone younger,
it would have been best If I would have died.
Some times people cross the line without realising the damage
a tiny mistake can do to others...
I hope you are fine."

I nodded.
Just a drop from her eyes fell,
She gathered herself and biked away,
Like a wounded Doe.

Engraving a thought in my Mind,
I just kept walking, holding my arm.
Unaware of the breeze,
Unaware of the crowd, unaware of myself.