Don’t you just hate it when every time you go out to eat near the building where your ex works, you think you are going to see her, but you never do? The only thing you can do every time you enter the outdoor seating area is quickly scan everyone’s…
Tag: ex
Poetry
Ten Minute Lunch
Today I spent ten minutes eating my lunch on the rickety wire furniture adrift in the shadow of a building. These autumn days chill shadowed areas to blue, but I was not shivering because of the cold and the shadow was cast not by the sun, but by the presence of my former love inside….