Another house for sale

Motionless on the asphalt, watching her
throwing belongings into a dying VW Beetle, metal bones creaking under
the strain.
No one helped with the boxes. The traffic roared relentless.
A City worth of people passed, in cars (and three buses).
No one seemed to notice, and I marvelled at that.
Four decades of community concealed grins, veiled behind crisp
nets.
I turned my gaze to the weeds that pushed, ambitious, demented through
my driveway.
I couldn't bear to see her leave, to become
once again forgotten.
And even though her car backfired, sending tumultuous gunshot thrills
down the nape, I didn't lift my head to acknowledge
just stared with teary eyes of glass, at the weeds that were mine
crying salt onto the thirsty dandelions.