what remains

the gravel beneath
my feet
does not remind me
of you, the rock
in my shoe.
they are just
shards of stone
hot with travel,
stuck between
the toes
of a girl who
forgot you.

.long.island.iced.tea.

Hey.
-Hi.
I'm leaving again.
-I heard. New York, right?
Yeah. Long Island.
-When are you leaving?
Next Sunday. A week.
-Sounds fun. Are you moving in with the boy thing?
Yeah. Isobel is going to be with her dad for a week while I figure things out.
-We should hang out before you leave.
That'd be nice.
-At least there will be more there than Arizona, right?
Yeah.
-We should really hang out.
Yeah.
-You can bring Isobel. I haven't seen her in a while. She's, what, almost two come April?
Yeah. She's a little terror now. Gets into everything.
-I bet.
Yeah.
-When was your last day at work?
Friday.
-Cool. I still don't have a job, so I'm pretty free all the time.
Yeah.
-We can take those family pictures and send them to Nick, like we were going to a year ago. Just to piss him off.
Haha. We could.
-I guess maybe it's a little late for that.
Maybe.
-I guess maybe it's a little late to hang out, if you need to pack and all. It's cool, I guess. Don't worry about it if it doesn't work out.
We'll see.






-I'm sorry.
Me too.