. . . 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.
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