He waited, as one should, for her to finish crying.
They saw Back to the Future 2 earlier,
Honestly, not that great if you ask me,
                 "Marty screams the whole **** movie"
he said folding the picnic mat,
lights turning on around them
leading bodies into parking lots
into chasis and roads
into her street and front porch
into a phrase that started with
"Listen..."
and ended with "I'm sorry"

She finished crying,
"I'm sorry" he said again, softly,
his hand reaching for hers
but there was no hand
no velvety skin to say goodbye
"I guess..." she started but stopped
He stood beside her
the grass filled with mosquitoes
trees sunk in the background as he sped away.

Behind him, dimming in the distance,
her figure with hands crossed
the figure of a woman who laughed
and cared,
and enjoyed silence
as she enjoyed Parks and Rec
the woman who didn't care
about his loudness
or his lectures on Star Wars
and Vonnegut
the woman who disappeared in the distance.