Enter Home Planet News Poetry of Issue #6                         Page 7
Click Page 7


When he leaves her,

the memory of her draws itself
in deep lines on his forehead, stuffs
itself into his wallet behind his money,
white and quiet till he needs to pay
for a stick of gum. That’s when he feels
his life sinking back to what it was before
her. He suddenly sees that their hearts
built a shelter around them, a sweater
against all those chilly winds. And when
he is told he can’t pay for the gum with
a twenty, he puts it back on the counter,
puts his money away, tucks the memory
of her back into his pocket, thanks the man
just the same and moves on.


  Francine Witte