gray clouds blanket the sky
orange evening sun slips through the frayed edges at the horizon
my mind wanders from the road ahead of me
walks back to our conversation
her hesitation
maybe she can't find the words
maybe she can't remember the story
and forward to holding her arm as we walk to the house
concrete pavers carving a path through the gentle slope of grass
slow morning easy breakfast
sunny afternoon walk early movie
steady enough to smooth the edges of her memory of her day
bridging this road to the next
I cried as I asked her
and she cried as she answered
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