Inspired by the poem by Joyce Sutphens called "The Last Things I'll Remember."
Sharing a meal of enchiladas, tacos, and arepas.
Appreciating the decor and the local lager beer.
How hard it was getting to find things to talk about,
which was never a problem before.
How uncertain the future is.
The drive down.
The drive back.
Hugging goodbye in a parking lot.
"Love ya, girl" with a blown kiss.
Trying to pretend my heart isn't breaking.
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| Our last adventure to St. Pete and the Dali Museum. Amy & I, March 2022 |
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