she sends
you a retirement
photo.
a cake.
a crowd
of people gathered
around
a table, there
are balloons
and cards,
a bottle of
uncorked
champagne.
it looks like
a happy time,
but it's not.
she knows that,
she wants
to be twenty again,
to do it all
over. she'd
change nothing,
except perhaps
to see you more
on
the layovers.
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