I love short prose, you can express so much while at the same time hold back just as much.

Your words caught in my throat several times.

Excellent job!

-Anna

bright lights big city and the only girl who's worth anything is left alone...

cruel... but I do love to see the snapshots here.

That flash of a few moments of thought that you share ever now and then.

Something beautiful like sharp clockwork ticking oily somewhere. And the cogs turn and creak but the machine still runs. Your late boy's machinery's still running somewhere having forgotten or choosing to forget that important date.

It is sad... But beautiful nonetheless like a dead and preserved butterfly.

p.s. I like ellipses...

this puts you right in the action. feels like I'm there with you on the street. and oh can I relate to this. liked the way you formatted it, plus the subtle rhyming.