Call It In the Air

Call it in the air . I flipped a quarter and called heads, then watched as it hit the ground and rolled through the grate, staring at me from the bottom of the drain like a charm seeking its bracelet, still crying because the clasp broke. Taking a seat on the curb as the sun began setting at the west end of the block, I felt long shadows gathering at my feet, swallowing me in darkness, but still the coin glistened, mocking me. The next morning I was awakened by the sound of your alarm clock through the open window two floors up, when I heard him say “good morning beautiful” and you closed the blinds. Then glancing down into the sewer again I saw a note where the coin had rested in your handwriting that told me something I had already figured out, “It was tails, you lost.”