I know I will always remember this moment
she coming late to
that school named
after the US senator
to find me there
already
press passes draped
across my chest
like a wreath of
garlic
her upstairs looking down
with me already busy
snapping photos
and she with her camera dangling
like a useless fruit
somehow I know
this is the last time
I will see her in the
flesh
a point from which
our lives steer different directions
not positive or
negative
perhaps a little of
both
and ending the final chapter of a novel
we have written for
ourselves
and now must eventually finally conclude
in the parade of dignitaries
songs sung
school kids cheering
as if all done just for us
rather than a man
whose name is on the building
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