a lens of what might have been/could of Bran & Beth who was what

 

And stood outside the window here we watch them from outside ….

like viewers of an audience 

and let us step inside their scene without much more ado

First from the front glass of his car as the rain hits it and he shuts it off as he pulls into the airport in search of where to park ….perhaps it would be Cardiff ….or somewhere nearby his house, the one with the faded blue car from which he sat talking to what’s her name Beth who was what

There goes Bran as we may remember him. Somewhat rumpled in appearance like a poet might be but still clean and vaguely groomed with a beard not too much overlooked by the shears, perhaps now with some grey which becomes his poetic moss green eyes 

The airport seems to thin like a mist clearing after a wave of people pass through and as it clears away is a haze like the sunburn of glare that stains your eyes she appears like a blaze of gleaming copper rays. Titian hair twisted over a purple scarf she stands stock still as the crowd thins away as if in hesitation 

Neither of them really said the nature of where things stood after all it had been such a long time since they….

“I was afraid you would not be there,” Bran says as he stands there still just staring at her, as if not sure still if it was real.

He thinks she looks afraid as she stands there still looking back at him but then she smiles,

“that is exactly what I was thinking five minutes ago”