Her golden brown eyes were peering into mine looking for a tear as we said good bye at the departure gate. Far easier than I thought it would be to let her go, I took a deep breath and whispered in her ear I'll be right here too pick you up on Wednesday.
She reached pulling me into her, no more words.
After a few moments I realized we were in an airport and it was her time to go and mine to get on the highway home. Nothing to it. I floored the accelerator merging with the other mental cripples on the 440 loop in Little Rock. I-30 to Texarkana was the next mark I hit, when it happened. That damn song she likes so much, 18th story balcony, came on the radio.
I'm not sure how it came to this. I know better than to get all tied up. It's vicious self destruction. I know better. Damn it I miss her. Now I'm pissed off. She snared me. This means war. I need to get my head examined. Something is wrong, cause I know better.
