it was like
she had already said it,
so resigned was he
to the inevitable
so instead
of taking in her words,
he watched the way
the breeze played with her hair
blah blah blah
with some regret spoken
and time to move on
and needing space —
as he breathed in the
full expectation of rejection,
knowing, within minutes
that hair would finally be free
of him
To share is human:
