Just look down. He will go away. He has to go away.

"Sally?"

Just keep looking down. He will go away. He has to go away. He always goes away.

He says hello. I say hello. And then we...uh...hello. And then he is gone. No kiss goodbye. No you look beautiful in the morning. No do you want to grab breakfast. No I will leave her. No I only love you.

"Sally?"

"Oh, hello," I say, looking up, but still feel down.

"Hello," he smiles in a way that makes me wish I didn't get out of bed this morning, in a way that makes me wish we never get out of bed again.

My heels click click click. Click click click, just like that. And I am gone. And he is gone. A