She was smart too

there she is, standing right

at the end of the ramp

facing the back of the truck.

apparently she's been looking at me

but I would not know

as all I can look at

is the floor.

I can't talk either

while she keeps asking

"doesn't he talk?" and

"why doesn't he talk?" and

"I haven't heard him say a word" she says.

my boss assures her that yes,

I do talk

although not much at all.

worst thing is

I think I already love her-

but things don't become something

just because we want them to be

and so it is that I didn't even feel

how it would feel to have her

as I lost her leaving forever.