[ moving on to ]
just before sunset
at the levy
an offhand comment
reminded me of you.
i turned to her
...there must have been
an obvious look
in my eye
because she said
"don't even say
	anything about him."
i opened my mouth
to speak
and she rolled her eyes
in anticipation
but all that came out
was a laugh 
because i realized
that for once
i had nothing
to say
	about you
so i turned my head
and watched the sunset
making the bridge
a lonely silhouette.
that brief moment
...thinking of you
was like seeing someone i used to know
from a distance
but entering a crowd
leaving them
	behind.
none of the stones
are right for skipping here
"it's been picked through,"
she says.
it's funny
i feel indifferent
like...moving on to
less important things
i lose you in the crowd
with a new appreciation
	for the sunset.