Lie Low
Her name is Sakura.
Half Japanese, half Venezuelan.
She swayed around the room, staggering my heart as she danced and encircled me and whispered to my ear, "Tomorrow, usual place and time..." She walked across and whispered to my other ear, "...baby."
I sucked 10,000 gallons of air and avidly exhaled forever.
10:15.
A car passes. I watch a leave detaches from a maple tree and sways gently. Just like her last night. Back. Forth. The wind blows it closer to where I stand and it falls before my shoes.
10:23.
Tic. Tic.
Tic.
I keep waiting. She never comes.