Terrestrial Salmon

I looked up
but she was gone
her hand prints
remained on the
counter...
little palms...
it must be cold in here
it must be hot for sweat
or cool for sweetness;
a big batch of sweetness.

I longed for her return...
sat in that chair
and sung to myself.
a dull day it was
I wasted hours in any
way possible
all I wanted was for it
to be over forever.

there was a strange
70s film style.
rainy and dim...
twilight and scratchy
the rain was light and drizzly
the sun was past the horizon
and glowing fiercely for
someone else.
shine on.
the phone's a ringin'.