She sat in her room in the corner of apartment number 12
on the 13th floor of 13th street apartments with the widows open ,
not because she was hot , but because she
was smoking . . .
she had stared at his pictures for hours
and hours . . . flipping through pages in
her mind . . . pages filled with the images
of their love . . . back when they were happy .
Every time she smiled , he'd whistle . . her
bright eyes opened more and more each time
she heard that little whistle and saw that
cheeky , sly little grin . . . if you
wanna call it a grin .
but now here eyes were bloodshot .
was it the crying ? or was it the high ?
" it was both ." she decided .
" Mary Jane would never leave me. " she
thought aloud . . . all of a sudden
she closed her eyes and she saw him . . .
he was standing at the end of the
hall where she met him . . . hat covering
most of his face . . he looked , well sad .
alone . . a loner . a sad loner .
she smiled at him . all of a sudden
he had this urge to whistle . . . her
smile did it to him . .
as she sat in her room , tears streaming
down her face . . she heard it . . loud and clear
a high pitched , singy songy little toon . . .
like the tinkle of the Salvation Army Santa's bell . .
standing at the end of the hall . . where she met him
the sounds came closer , clearer even . .
she ran to the window where she could her it best . .
she looked out . . she saw him . . .
she smiled . . . (and she's sure she heard him whistle)
so she jumped .
she waited for him to catch her down at the
bottom of her 13 story apartment building , but
she met nothing but cold concrete .
hours earlier , " he " had been struck and killed
by an oncoming vehicle while crossing 13th street . .
to get to the corner where
13th street apartments stood . he was looking for
apartment number 12.
he was coming to tell her he couldn't
stop seeing her smile . . . even when he closed
his eyes . . he had come to tell her he loved her .
