was so quiet when she left…must’ve been ’round 4….pitch black outside…not a sound…no whisper saying goodbye…just silence…

and I wondered why she was gone…didn’t have a job to go to…no kids to take care of…not a husband to fix breakfast for…I wondered…

said she’d been single for a while…man left her for some younger model…said she couldn’t compete with that…a fresh face…firm body…seemed almost ashamed of what she had become in her later years…told her she looked fine…just fine…

I told her that she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met…great smile…nice curves…blonde hair that went on for days…said she dyed it…

left ‘fore I could make breakfast for her…left ‘fore making morning love…like some spirit in the night she’d disappeared…gone without a trace…just a scent of her left behind…

and I guess that’s all that was needed…