Drive-in Movie

Grief is like this. It takes a seat at the counter during an innocuous snack. Beautiful, bountiful son and I, eating carrots, toast, nothing out of the ordinary. The sun near the magic hour and drive-in movies come back to me. I ache: for our past, wanting to tell you, knowing I loved you most when you pretended to be loving me.

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