like a shamed, young child
her belongings down the corridor, to the jet that would take her to the city
of strange faces.
tongue struggled to form the words of farewell,
afraid to release what was held on to for six years.
departing love came endless streams of tears, of which she had never seen
of me before.
perfume still teases my nostrils, her smile like a film trilogy replaying in my collapsing
forget would bring a massive, black hole to form inside me, in the heart of a man
she once loved; the man who had rescued her from the embers of a plane crash, going
from LA to