there on the curb
in Hollywood
you talk of Franny & Zooey
some scene you’re playing
asking my advice
about the scene
your reading
your life
slipping away
from where I sit
and later I watch
as you walk away
so far away
that I cannot follow
on the curb still
with this hole
in what was
my heart
I remember, now that you bring up the topic, of waving goodbye to a girl who left to go overseas. Enough said.
It’s a certain sadness one feels watching someone walk out of your life knowing you’ll never see them again.