When he tells
her he is going away
Her tangled
old fears unravel, her sneering old doubts growl
This is when
he goes - the voice whispers - this is when it all grows cold
She never did
learn how to grab hold of her tether or rein her seething promiscuous self
She wants the
words but her weaknesses are strong
No articulation,
no eloquence, no fluency
just her
crooked forced smile when she tells him she'll drive him to the air-port.
