The past was close behind :: Under the Covers

“She was married when we first meet,
soon to be divorced,
I helped her out of a jam I guess,
but I used a little too much force.
We drove that car as far as we could,
abandoned it out West,
split it up on a dark sad night,
both agreeing it was best.
She turned around to look at me,
as I was walking away,
I heard her say over my shoulder,
“we’ll meet again someday on the avenue”“

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