he softly watches her walk
away, her nimble toes and
stunted heels directing her
across the interstate.
she's headed north with no
delay, and he just waits and
watches as she walks away.
he knows at least a thousand
words, a thousand things to
say to keep to her near, but he
could not speak the syllables
that she had hoped to hear,
so he stumbles home, confident
and cool and well aware that
he will sleep alone, and he turns
around once more to watch her
walk away, but finds her gone.
May '07
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