Heartsplits

'Thank you' she said, as we hugged awkwardly over the gearbox.

It was strange - it was exactly what I had planned to say - so when she got out of the car, and I shifted it into park and I got out again and hugged her (but this time upright ) and said the same thing.

'thank you', I said

there isn't an appropriate reply, so I stand there for a few minutes watching her open the front gate and work her way back into her house.

Later that night Vincent is welcoming me to the singles club.
'Hey! (he says with a high volumed burst of enthusiasm) welcome to the Singles Club!'
I grin hard and agree with him that its a good thing.

Walking out to the river for another cigarette I can't help but catch a glimpse of the Novotel facing clark quay.

'I wonder what it would look like if I made a map of our relationship' I wondered Renee earlier that day. I had imagined some kind of oddly shaped venn diagram, operating between two oddly-shaped shapes, between which lay the streets of both our houses, several bars around town, a few indie nights on fridays, dinner and a lunch at a japanese-italian fusion chain restaurant, and of course the river. the comic section of boarders, the office corner, Quepasa, Spinelli's.

It's noisy again like it was before. Ambulances, police, something good meeting something bad. Or something bad, somekind of emergency... I stood there on the edge of the railing just plotting into nothing.

I'm there again, letting it all replay.

'thank you' I say into the air.
it doesn't reply...