I put on my coat, glance at you, but stupor glazes your eyes. There’s no way you’ll say: stay. There’s no compromise. We’ve found the end or it found us after such a long, long time with me so hopeful for a lot of it. Stay. Stay. I expect the words. They don’t come. You never gave emotions freely. You’d offer certain commitments then back off. Stay. Stay. The wind chimes dance erratically and I brace for the cold, pull my coat tighter against me. Stay. Stay. I sling my purse over my shoulder. The cold hugs me.