Brialee Turner

PART 1: She walked me to my car,
Holding my shoes
And water
And then we said goodbye
And I wanted to
Hug her
And tell her that
I loved her.
But all I said was
“See you later”
And then I waved
As she walked to
Her own car.

PART 2: We walked out to my car
again,
another break,
another trip home.

She helps me carry
the weight of my
belongings
and the weight of my soul.

This time,
we embrace.
A warmth,
a safety,
a shared understanding.

“Good luck” she says.

I watch her,
walk away,
Smiling,
and she turns around
for one last glance.

We wave and share this moment,
and then she turns and walks
back
up
the
stairs.