to be alone

I looked at her lips as she spoke, my dick stirred in its sleep, I went out to get away and she followed me in the cold, "Where are you going?" "Nowhere, I'm just getting air." She flees in heels to catch me, "It's so cold though." "I don't mind." We walk in silence as my peaceful solitude is ruined, I put my phone away mid poem, the music fades further in the background, "where are we going?" She asks again. "Off into the night, over the edge." I turn to her and smile, she giggles, "why do you write the way you do? So dark and gloomy, you're not like that at all." "And how do you know that little lady, we just met tonight?" She wouldn't stop smiling, I knew what she wanted, she chose the wrong one. "I have my ways." She said. I was bored, the alcohol in my veins, the dead leaves on the sidewalk and in the road, the old man across the street walking through downtown alone, I suddenly stop on the corner and turn to grab her, both arms around her waist looking at her with lust, she kept smiling, though a bit awkwardly now, "what are you doing?" I step back, taking her by the hand and spinning her once, dipped her down with a drunken kiss at the end. Laughing she asks, "what was that!?" "My disappearing act!" I picked up a leaf and threw it in her face and took off across the street, running past the old man off into the night, over the edge, he started laughing, limping away under the street lights. I pulled my phone out illuminating my face in the dark neighborhood and wrote.