ajenneral

they were lost. inside a dense forest of people. inside themselves. too caught up in the winding conversation, they were more aware of the direction of thoughts then the narrow sidewalk.
'i am not sure i'm suppose to be with you', she said.
the phrase, once let go, seemed to stay in the air and sway away with the autumn breeze. How quickly fall came with the sweaters and wind. It left their smoke infused love to smolder. Once a flame now just a hindrance, she wondered how feelings could change without warning. without sound. a gentle ease it left her, like the words she had spoken.
'i am not sure of anything.'
stepping on the dead leaves, she left him in the parking lot, to feel the weight of that moment alone.