The loneliness of
another can be shocking.
when it lays itself bare
without warning.
I could feel the hollow
chill of her life.
In that moment her
features went skeletal
her beauty vanished
and it looked like
she had fallen to
scraped knees under
the weight of the rain.
" You hate me don't you?"
and she smiled with lips
that twitched at the corners.
"Just.......," she stood, a fist
clenched around her bag strap.
" Just....... fuck you."
She left the bistro and
I stayed where I was,
turned in my chair and
watched her walk up the
street through the drizzle,
bag swinging back and forth
against her hip, her steps
stripped of grace.
Why, I wondered does the finish
always have to be so messy.
June 2016, after snow.
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