Looking back when walking away
The slight rain that drizzled caught in our hair. We'd walked the glistening black streets looking for something to take me away.
We hadn't talked much.
I should have thought about it a while ago. Maybe at 12.45.
But I really did want a last look at you. Final attempt at femininity. Or expressing love. To myself even.
Would you as all boys do, wait for the auto to turn the corner or out of sight and walk away thinking of football or would you cross the road immediately searching for that elusive cigarette that you never know is where on you...Or would you wait like lovers on television; forlorn and affected and hope that the auto turns back...
It would have been way too simple if I could. Where plastic windows exist, I had one with a cloth. Opaque. Maybe they make raincoats with it. Or auto windows.