departure

departure i touched her face then kissed her lips and stroked her tears as i turned away her hair was long i brushed it aside and we kissed again as never before i remember her tears on my fingertips and her lingering kiss on my lips encasing her forced smile i walked her to the waiting taxi hoping she would change her mind but somehow we both smiled hating the smell of yellow cabs and it was the hollow sound of the trunk slammed with a final exclamation that she would turn and leave on her one-way trip to tomorrow tomorrow…some distant elusive place where we reflect upon fond memories wondering if maybe today had failed and if the taxi stopped short of tomorrow tolbert