when the man in
beige told me I was wrong, I became annoyed
her
words were not so empty as he thought, I knew that
a series of packages, She had
promised me
mementos & murmured
endearments, I was expecting
still.
through every corner of his truck, We sorted
in the shadows, We could not find any
evidence of her
through the ceiling, I stared up at the sun.
Blinded.