This was written for dVerse and prosery. Thanks to Merril for providing us with this prompt!
Another Break Up Song
The entirety of his stuff from my apartment fits in a medium-sized reusable Christmas-themed grocery bag, which I carry in my right hand while scanning texts in my left to see if he’s changed his mind.
Two weeks have passed since he said: “I don’t see a future for us.”
One week since I called: “Do you want your stuff?”
It’s 7:14 pm, the air’s still thick with humidity. The day’s heat rises from the sidewalk in steamy waves.
I see him before he sees me. My heart lurches as it does. I pray for “did.” He sips his IPA, then smiles at something on his phone. It’s that smile. The end of us, truly. How long has she/he been part of our lives?
He glances up. No smile. Chit-chat.
We go in different directions down the imperturbable street.
I glance back. Just once.