goodbye

on the edge of sleep she thought again about the way -- he had addressed her, in that strange talk. she had not seen him express emotion before or since. even his lovemaking had been a silent thing, the only at the last had his breathing roughened and then stopped for a minute. he was like something out of a fairytale or a myth, the last of his breed in a world that writing the last page of its book. it didn't matter. he could stay for a while. tomorrow was the time enough to think, or the day after that.

she slept.