What do I remember
of that time
with you?
Some questions
shouldn't be asked.
Not unless you are prepared
for all possible answers.
Was I happy?
Would I have done things differently?
And, most important, you say
Did I know that you loved me?
We were both young, foolish
wandering
into exciting territory
doing what we thought we
ought to
should do
wanted to.
Didn't you?
Sorry, I did
and thought you did too.
I learned to make you miserable.
You learned to run and hide
which made me push
dig
pull
harder
until whatever love
we had broke apart.
But I'll tell you this:
I wouldn't have chosen to grow up
with anyone other than you.
And you should leave it at that.
May Kuroiwa
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An Altercation on 3rd Avenue
ReplyDeleteFirst the truck driver jumps out and screams at the driver of a black sedan
a moment later the driver’s wife rushes at the truck driver, screaming
she looks in pain, she is out of control,
the truck driver, his anger spent, tries to calm her,
he is gentle, gesturing with his hands, he is smiling
he is telling her that her husband was at fault, she is not listening
she is shouting, she is weak with anger
her husband, one hand holding a cell phone to his mouth
places the other hand on his wife’s shoulder
tries to calm her, hugs her, brings her back to the car
now both the truck driver and the wife are in their vehicles
the husband is in the middle of the street,
talking on his cell phone,
other drivers are honking, yelling…
my bus arrives.
Peter Goodwin