She's gone
Left again without warning
Like that Autumn night thirty years ago
Her departure re-opening that massive wound .... for a day or two anyway
Filled for a few magic moments
A night drive through our past
Our young shadows remained in the avenues and trees
Time spent listening to old records
Reading faded love letters
Re-telling lost stories made hazy over time
Sprouting hopes this was real .... An alternate ending
Defining our lives
(While tentatively recalling history in each others eyes)
This time, not interested in knowing where she went
Not willing to invest more time off a life
July, 2016
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