I hadn’t thought much about who would come but I am surprised over and over. The past is here. I feel so good seeing everyone and momentarily confused by their morose expressions. Maybe my smile is helping the visitors, maybe I’m consoling them.
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An old girlfriend appears, she tells me she read about it in the paper and knew she had to come. We hug and it feels familiar. I had heard she was married so I asked about kids. Yes a boy and a girl just a little younger than mine. As she walks away I feel more loss.
I hadn’t thought much about who would come but I am surprised over and over. The past is here. I feel so good seeing everyone and momentarily confused by their morose expressions. Maybe my smile is helping the visitors, maybe I’m consoling them. Comments are closed.
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