midnight in paris

The minute I knew he was going to leave, it changed everything. Where I had at first thought longingly of being awake and alone in the apartment, I had suddenly turned attached to the arm of his jacket. These are hard shoes to walk in. Elephant shoes. Now I am on the porch and alone, the neighbor I saw in the kitchen is gone. There is only the lingering chirp of the late night college students two floors above. And I must be talking to the bannister.