The way we were

Whenever I think of you
and the way we were,

I find him there too
pushing you aside

forcing me to remember
all the other unfinished
business -

random memories,
initials engraved on a tree
in Oban

a rowing boat on Grasmere Lake
a smoke-filled car drive to
it-didn't-matter-where

Neil Diamond, Roberta Flack
and all the love songs

that remind me of you,
and him

You have become inseparable,
one dead, the other dying

no endings or goodbyes,
only beginnings

and squared circles