the stolen barricade; half a second late

my hands extended.

reaching out for it.

just another inch and it would be all mine.

i walked closer.

hands still extended.

yay!

i could already feel it in my hands.

i could imagine touching it already.

another hand reached out for it.

and it disappeared from my focal target.

she bought it.

the butch bought it.

the last one.

gone.

half a second late.

tears ran down my cheek.

it didn't stop.

there i cried.

cried at Vivocity's Toys'r'Us.

the tears of a fan

almost in my hands