ALL IN MY MIND By David Ruslander Chapter 5: A rain was falling, I watched you sip Merlot, something you wanted, more than can be said about me. Suitcase in hand you walked away. I sat staring at my writing table and called your name like beads on string, "Leah, please, Leah, wait". You stopped, pivoted; shot me with pitiful eyes before you walked out the door. Limp cigarettes in the ashtray, your lipstick still kissing them, make me jealous for your lips. End: Chapter 5 I write my book, trying to hold her in quotation marks. Copyright 2001