Guess I missed the memo
I pull to the departures curb without asking which airline she wants—does she even know?
There was no break up—not even a “we need time apart” thing so I’m playing catch up here.
“Where you going?”
“I don’t know.”
“For how long?”
She just shrugs.
When she opens the door to leave, I see she only has a small backpack.
Before I can analyze, she drops a quick “thanks.”
As she enters the terminal, she studies each airline counter.
The cops shoo me along and I pull away, straining to see which airline she picks.
I’ll never know.
Prompt: One-way ticket