So I guess it’s kind of funny how
I loved you so way back when
You say I wouldn’t know you now
Well I didn’t even know you then
-Avett Brothers “I never knew you”
I buried an old lover last month.
Of course, I didn’t-not actually. We were years ago.
What I did was read her obit and have a few drinks.
That had been an odd year of comings and goings and she’d dug her elbows into the middle of it determined to claim something. As if there was anything to claim. As if there was anything to be had.
She pushed and I pushed back. Territory was won-lost-won again.
Such relief when she left.
Could never have calmed her.
A friend had seen her a couple of years ago in an upriver joint that we frequented back in the day.
I showed up there a few times at the end of long drives just to….
Could not imagine.
She died with her father’s name.
Evidently, I was not the only one who couldn’t calm her.
Her picture looked as it should have. I would have recognized her on the street or in that bar.
Now she’s gone,
But in a different way that she had been to me for years.
Now she’s a shallow reflection of me-no longer herself.
Actually closer now than ever-joining the chorus of the dead who follow me, laughing when I piss on my shoes or forget to zip my fly.