We
leaned our seats back.
Exhausted from my futile attempt at
Balance at the Iceoplex.
Steam began building on the windows. Her
Keys dangling in the ignition.
She talked of packing her things. The
Long trip to college in Montana. I
Just listened.
Vibrant, Sky colored eyes.
Igniting coals long thought burnt. Our
Distance now non-existent.
Lips syncopated in heated rhythm
We leaned back in our seats.
Exhausted from futile attempts at
Nothing in particular. “I
Have to go” she said and I
Knew what she meant.