a wake

she was at the wake…

my wake…

yes…

and…she didn’t like the jazz that played as people walked-by you…said she never liked the jazz…more of a rock-n-roll broad…

right…i always knew that…did she come with anybody…someone new…

no…I think she respected…I’m sure she did…

yes…that sounds right…

we spoke briefly…said she liked your poetry…writing…said you were a kind soul…

that’s good…very good…

you miss her…

i do…

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