by the store
and get a couple six packs for the weekend. To help himself get
through the next 48 hours alone in their home.

He
was sitting at an unusually long light, and he bent to light the
cigarette he had just placed between his lips when he saw her.

Dark
hair, red ball cap, perfect walk.

The
lit cigarette dropped to the floorboard of his truck, burring a small
ring into the carpet as he slammed the shifter into park and threw
the door open with such force that it opened to its maximum degree
and swung back at him, hitting his shoulder as he ran towards the
figure retreating down the street.

"Stacey!
Baby…Stacey! Wait!"

People
were shouting and horns were being blared as the light turned green
and the black Dodge sat idling, door agar, blocking traffic.

He
stopped in the middle of thestreet as the woman disappeared around
the corner. He was on the verge of tears and was breathing hard with
a clenched jaw.

Five
o'clock on Friday

Sitting
at a light

When
this angel walked right by me

On
my right

And
the cars all stated honking

As
my feet hit the ground

And
though I chased and called

You
never turned around

Oh
the walk, the hair, the perfume

Were
the same

How
I wished she would have answered

To
your name

Obviously
it wasn't her. She was never coming back. He trudged his way
wordlessly back to his truck. Random citizens screaming obscenities
as he popped the shifter back into drive and made his way through the
light. He stopped at the store and picked up a couple bottles of
vodka and one of whiskey the cashier had recommended. He would need
something stronger than beer tonight.

Cause
for a minute there Well I thought it was you

For
a minute there

I
swear, my