The Dutch Act.

2 years it's been, longer then I wish I remembered you can say. The minutes became days quicker then I had time to process. She walked away, the clank of her high heels on the hard pavement were her only goodbye. The mercury dropped, hitting just my shoulder. I stopped eating a piece of pie after dinner,stopped straightening my tie before work, stopped looking both ways when I crossed the street. I'm starting to convince myself that the dutch act ain't so bad for guys like me.

April 19, 2006