. . . And she rattled off loops to travel,
People, places and things to bind and stopped at the end looking smiley lost,
And he turned away not asking then stopped. He turned and threw the people belt on the heap and looked into her eyes and said “and what about us?” she smiled forlorn, the way she had of doing so often. . : What . . .?
There was no answer. They reached out, their forefingers pointing and touched their fingertips then in a flash they lunged their separate ways as he thought what just hap . . .? And that suddenly she was gone.