she talked all night…’bout little things…never gave a full picture…said stuff like…,when I was younger…,and…,had a dog once…,she’d flip her long blonde hair…apply red lipstick…

and I’d listen to her…goin’ on and on with just little details which added up to nothin’…the girl talked of times in a boat on a lake…some place called, Old Hickory…couldn’t get much outta her…said the small craft rocked back and forth throughout the day…talked of high winds…old men fishin’ off the sides…spit in the wind comin’ back at ’em…

the young lady started puttin’ on eye liner…black as night…whole time she was drawin’ on her face she spoke of lost love…some boy who’d broke her heart years ago…talked in a baby like voice…whole time pointin’ out the window of the 12th floor…tellin’ me to look out there…,go on…look…,and I did…seein’ skyscrapers and tiny people down below…the girl laughed…

I’ll be goin’ home soon…,she said…,back to where I come from…maybe back to that lake…,she smiled…,maybe he’s waitin’ for me there…maybe…

I kissed her on the forehead and said goodbye…never to see her again…