the epilogue
yesterday
i drove down mainstreet
and there was a wrinkled woman
sitting
on a bench
alone
she had a lit cigarette
in her hand
but
she wasn’t smoking it
she was staring
into some different time
some different place
and i wondered
what was her story?
before driving off
today
i wonder
if she’s still
alive
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It was me and I’m ok. (JK) Nice poem!
Thank you!