The Visit Long Conceived

It’s cold,

but not misty.

Perfect sweater weather.

Perfect weather

for Instagram-perfect

friend shots.

.

I always thought

that when I came back,

to this city,

this area,

I would see both of you.

.

I missed,

I cried,

I felt unimportant,

I got over it,

And here I am.

.

One of you,

walked here with me,

a few years ago,

when I still felt love.

I haven’t visited the places

that we were together.

.

Another of you

talked to me

and faded

into the mist

as you traveled

to this place.

I don’t visit your area

either.

.

It’s cold,

but not misty.

I face forward

with my view unobscured.

I walk around with impunity.

It is my right,

as it is yours.

.

I see the path ahead

of me alone,

and our paths

do not

converge.

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