white night

In the dark and damp in the back of the yard, I snerfle back a mix of tears and snot that drip off my chin and crystalize in the rhododendrons. I had expected that by sheer force of will alone, she’d be alerted to my presence and gaze out what remains a dishearteningly darkened window. I look to my wrist for the time, but must have lost my watch macheteing may way through the underbrush from Blakey Terrace Court to get here. Worse, I spy her fiancée pulling his Subaru Brat into the drive and slink off. It’s snowing now.