Night of the 20th

An empty sidewalk,

You lie, I talk

Waiting, wanting.

In transit.

Setting things in motion,

In the darkness of a backseat

A kiss,

A five o’clock shadow,

My neck.

Secrets.

A curb, a witness

We pay

We leave

Pieces of me and you on the sidewalk
A gaze.
A quiet stare.
Punctuated by you walking away.

I guess, goodbye is all that is said.