April 16, 2017 – a letter
I’ve seen this Sunday night before.
60 minutes on the television. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Still slightly stuffed from an early dinner.
Happy you were able to stay and spend
the weekend. Just like old times. Tick. Tick.
Thanks again for making the bacalhau dish.
You said anything less that 20 years
together was just infatuation. Now we know
love – like an old pair of shoes that molds
to the shape of your feet. Tick. Tick. Tick.