he looks familiar.
his hands are in his pocket
his collar up
in the cold wind.
he looks like
he has questions to ask.
he may be lost.
he may have found what he's
been looking for
in the empty space out front.
i wave to him.
he waves back.
he smooths out the grey
in his hair,
his mustache.
age has caught up with him.
i want to tell him she's no
longer here.
she's yours now.
go home. it's okay.
may peace be with you.
relax.
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