10 JAN 08
"I had to put you out of my mind."
Searches, pulls down a suitcase. Finally finds a cigarette, strikes the match.
"I never looked back."
I never looked back. They always say that.
Couldn't forget--your shadow, so like you.
My feelings (since you ask), like this old furnace. Outliving every prediction, under the floor.
. . .
