We didn't make eye contact on the way out. Kept them locked on the floor. One, two, three, four. In step. Left, right. Right hand extended, with the left foot out the door. I can't pick out the emotions anymore. I can't pick out the ways bodies radiate, can't feel their colors or tones. "I'm on fire," while you're "wildflowers." I'm serious while you're "another day in paradise."
We didn't dare declare. Open endings are comfortable. Saying goodbye without making it definitive. No dramatics. No closure. Just introduced distance. "I've got my life in suitcase." I didn't expect anything more. "Down." Untangled. Without complications.
Letdown today. Try again tomorrow.