I drive by Troup Park
Her friend sees me at the restaurant
And we hug
Once, twice, three times
I take a walk
I have wine
I don’t understand so much in life
It’s brittleness, most of all
To her – rest in love with the sound of gentle waves
To those who loved her – may we be met with kinder days
With Love,
Natalie
P.S. Written on Aug 30, 2023.