An Aftermath
There is a car
exactly like mine
where I parked.
The key will not open.
There is a word she once said
I knew would change
everything.
I am afraid to remember.
There is a child
whose unseeing brown eyes
like me would perceive only silhouettes
and whose vanity would tremble
while releasing all he thought
he held.
He is the door I cannot enter.
-published by Wilderness House Literary Review
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