He cannot forget
How she always remembered
where he’d left his keys
How she liked to kick off her shoes
and dance to old country-western
songs while she cooked
How the violet-blue calligraphy of
veins stood out against the eggshell
skin of her inner wrists
How gently she handled each flute
as she packed their wedding crystal
How savagely she rended their home
with six little words
How surprised she looked
when his surprise became apparent
How she glanced back at him just once
in her rearview mirror
He cannot forget
How she forgot
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
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