He spat on the ground, looking hard edged and angry, his profile caught by the setting sun making his skin look redder than usual. All day long Danny had waited for her to show but after eleven hours he realized she wasnt’ coming with him. One more time he walked the perimeter of the cornfield, as if declaring his departure with each final foot fall. Tomorrow would be better he said out loud, thinking that speaking this would make it true.Tomorrow he would be in New York with the noise and haste of the crowds, people jostling for position on the streets and in offices. It would distract him from the thinking, his constant obsession with her face and body and the way her lips curled into a smile each time he reached for her hand. Deep down he knew she lacked the courage to go and asking her to run away with him had actually been an act of subtle manipulation on his part, a shifting of blame. This way he wouldn’t be the one to end it, to be the who left. This way it would be her fear that would be the cause of this wrenching apart of their souls. When he got back to his truck, he put the key in the ignition, sorrow clinging to his insides making a deeper ache than any he’d known in his life. Turning onto the interstate, he could still smell her perfume filling the cab the way the scent of lilies did in funeral parlors while people wept mourning their loss. Twenty five miles down the road a tear escaped and slid down his cheek just as the first stars made their appearance in the night sky. He didn’t wipe it away. He allowed it to trickle past the contour of his lips, the same lips that had kissed her’s only the day before with the promise of leaving here forever. Trying hard not to recall her sighs and laughter, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and kept on going.