the thai cleaners

the thai restaurant
where we met is now a dry cleaners.
it looks
like the same
people are working
there though.
you go in, just to see
if any thing
looks
the same.
maybe a chair, or table
where we held
hands for the first time.
it doesn't.
there is the smell of
sweet chemicals
in the air,
a large oval rack that
moves mechanically
with plastic covered clothes.
the woman at the front
asks
if you have a number,
you say no,
just looking.
remembering.