Her facebook page can only take her so far.

There’s a door to
the roof of her
apartment building,
which overlooks
the main street
downtown.

The door kicks open
from the steps outside
and she goes up there,
to the roof,
some evenings to watch
the people
walk up and down
the sidewalk,
aching to be seen.

She listens to
the traffic slow and
she listens to
the music from the bars
quicken and she
remembers the times
he used to take
pictures of her up here,
in the sudden
slant of evening,
while they
drank coffee that
had cooled
faster than
they did.

Comments

[Barrickman]

I really love this.