In the glove compartment, I found a card tucked inside a red envelope with your inscription written in second language cursive. You hoped we'd get through our hard times soon. I heard your voice for a moment, saw your face, felt my love, and again had to wonder why we are apart - you off in your world, me here in mine not answering the phone, which almost never rings, listening to a mouse rummaging through the kitchen.
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