I’d forgotten that I’d see him sometimes
Driving somewhere.
Or parked somewhere.
His car distinctive.
His walk distinctive.
I know that that was then.
But …
But nothing.
That was then. That’s all. That was then.
But …
But it will never, ever, happen again.
But …
But I knew that.
But I’d forgotten that.
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