Watching a tv series, the actress
reminds me of you: same quirk of the lips into
wry smile, same tweak of the eyes, same fierce intelligence,
same drive to complete her mission, all those things
I saw from you when we worked together, at that job
that ground us all down eventually.
Then I realize I have not spoken to you in over two years,
and I wonder if you were still at that job,
how your kids are doing, if
you are still married to that jerk of a husband you were
always complaining about.
"Do you think she's pretty?" my wife, sitting beside me on the couch,
"Semi sorta," I lie.