He uncupped his hands and left her right ear.
When he removed his face, there was a chill
Where his head was close to hers.
Her chest began to burn and soon her throat.
Her eyes remained blank, unseeing.
Her face was bleeding
Or maybe they were tears. . .
She didn’t dare shift her stare
As she pictured perfectly
His mouth opening and shutting
And the curl of his lips as they bared his teeth
When he said what he had to say,
Gentle and soft, then walked away.
She relived the moment again and again,
Standing still, grasping at the notes in his voice;
A small word, so many notes.
With a sing song melody he spoke,
As a favor to her, in a whisper
So she wouldn’t suffer the sound. . .
She asked if she meant anything to him
And he might as well have bellowed
Because all she could hear,
As her face glowed orange under the streetlamps,
And the wind made dancing circles
Of leaves around her feet,
Was the echo of a cruel and patronizing