Long, dark hair on her soft shoulders.
A warm smile beneath bright eyes.
A sweet, gentle voice.
A delicate hand on my tense shoulder.
A couch cushion between us.
Six feet of faded beige carpet between us.
A casual goodbye.
A cold, dark night and an empty stretch
of blacktop between us.
Tears on my pillow.
A single word on a scrap of paper:
“Apart”