B

"I don't think I want to see you again."
"I figured.'
"How"
"Its in your eyes."
Her room is small and the windows are all closed. The morning air was warm.
"What are you talking about?" She plucked the cigarette out of my mouth.
"You lost that look."
"What look?"
"The special one."
"I wasn't aware I ever gave you a special look."
"You did."
What did it look like?" Grey smoke seeps out her mouth.
"It looked like,you were watching a race, but you already knew who would win."
She smiled but it didn't matter.
"Have you used that line before?"
"I don't recycle words, I don't even say 'hello' anymore because its too cliche."
We don't talk for a minute then she tells me she has work in a few hours.
I slide over her and sit at the edge of the bed. My socks are in my shoes and my shoes are neatly arranged by the door. I'm always ready to retreat. She offers me a shower and breakfast and implies that she'd be ok with goodbye sex. I decline all but the breakfast, she makes good hash browns, and I'm hung over and heart broken.