those stairs
gave no room
for another
so she slipped
into a seat
between the
barrier bars
and i leaned
against the
badly painted,
strangely shaped
gutter downspout
behind you,
listening to the
thin metal pop
under my
slight weight

sitting there,
you entertained
yourself by
tossing a
small, angled
pebble above,
and behind
your head

everytime
it fell
to the
moss-covered
concrete
which
descended
in front of,
and below us,
you would say
(over the dubstep
emanating from
your pink phone)
the we
didn't have
to stay
with you

but
I
stayed-
there

and
she
stayed-
with
you

as
you
walked
away
from
me

seven
months
later-

I
finally
left





©Brandon Webb
2012