that's it, we're done

i pull the car over

and tell her to get out.

that's it.

i'm done.

but we're in the middle of

nowhere,

she says.

how will i get back?

i don't know, i don't care.

but get out.

she grabs her purse

her phone and gets out.

she stares

down the long stretch

of black road,

her hand blocking the sun,

and wonders which way to

go.

as i drive away i look

into the rear view mirror

and see

her getting smaller and smaller

and until

at last,

she's gone.