Compression

Strange what is noticed
When the universe compresses.

She was rationalizing goodbye.

I unplugged
Not listening.

A button was missing
From her coat
Third from the top.

The midday sun haloed her auburn hair
Causing her to appear angelic
Beatific.

A honeybee hurried between us
On an invisible highway
Shoulder high.

From somewhere
U2 blared
I Still Haven’t Found
What I’m Looking For.

Her eyes misted
Tears forming
On each lower lid.

She reached for my right hand
But I withdrew.

She finally ran out of words
Like a geyser exhausts its steam
Then asked if I hated her.

The gathering tears
Slid down her cheeks.

I also had no words.

Across the parking lot
A man changed a flat.