We were opposites--city girl--country boy; East Coast--midwest; apartment–farm. His eyes were cornflower blue. We sparked each other. I wrote poems, he made music.
My friends didn’t like him.
He gave me Barlett’s Quotations. I bought him a blue sweater at Saks.
I pictured us living in middle America with lots of babies.
One day, driving in pouring rain, he sighed, “You’ll never leave Boston. You’re happy here.” I protested but two days later, he was gone.
I found his sweater scrunched up on the closet floor. I wished he’d taken it. That sweater made his eyes such a bright blue.
My friends didn’t like him.
He gave me Barlett’s Quotations. I bought him a blue sweater at Saks.
I pictured us living in middle America with lots of babies.
One day, driving in pouring rain, he sighed, “You’ll never leave Boston. You’re happy here.” I protested but two days later, he was gone.
I found his sweater scrunched up on the closet floor. I wished he’d taken it. That sweater made his eyes such a bright blue.
