Claire

Claire,

do you remember that cigarette
on the wall
in the morning
in Chesterfield?

I do

And our goodbye
on the seat of the taxi
(God, how many of those have there been?)

You put your hand on mine
and I shook it
grimly
Protagonists parting
on the Trojan beach

I hope that life has been good to you
I hope that life has been good to you