The firetruck rolled past all hot red and chrome
people out for the evening
it was summer
i crossed the busy street and made it to
Second Cup and entered
there was a musician playing keyboard
hot roasted coffee and casual dress
fingers light and nimble
a song like a shorebird dipping
you werent there
i walked slowly out
my heart breaking
five years had come and gone
but you were there
just as i had given up hope
you stepped from that
dark doorway
your pale skin frosted
as Novembers ghosts
your hair henned that
exotic rouge
we dined at McSorelys
chatting like two old freinds
only when we stopped
to gather more words
was the space between
us infinite and filled
with chills
after you had gone
to be with your husband
i stood in that doorway
listening to that piano
playing
for a long
long
time
..O..
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