Echo

I saw her again

many years later

in Purgatory,

which was for us a coffee shop

whose line wrapped cleanly

around the block.

– – –

She didn’t recognize me,

but she did drink

the Ginger Latte.

I had introduced her to it

back when she still cared

about pleasing me.

– – –

Now it just hung there

like the stain of my memory.

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