changes

the last time i saw her was over seven years ago, when i drove two hours in a black VW with a garbage bag in lieu of passenger side window. it was late autumn, and someone had smashed out the glass the night before to steal a twenty dollar CD player. i chattered and froze the whole way there, trying to keep warm by talking to the woman who was my wife.

it didn't work.

what i remember most was her diatribe about two buildings
(still smoldering)
that fell down two days after i moved to New Jersey.

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last night i saw her again,
older, softer, happier...

likewise.