The Love Story Passed Nineteen Again

my old room, the one with

tell by the music drifting

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e thing that made my

, my

r seventy years in the

fetime, si

on his face, the way he sip

too, somewhere i

with a hopeful,

t, we could make it

in this new life, notes and wor

r felt like an ex

mom, slinging hash at the diner, but always with a smile

iced things

lacker in our last life, c

, this young Mark

books, got

out college, but Mark was suddenly talking ab

full ride to a state uni

feeling starte

e? Was he

ademics before, never h

aiming for a d

ed, but I pushe

still m

always called it o

kids, clum

after a football game. I remembered t

built a small life

ll, I kept house, r

, sure, money was tig

elieved our love was th

d seventy years with someone w

I th

ies, held them close li

"You're my eve

ed him with

ege, I started counting the

ing, then

come

d se

hat recognition,

little older, a little more worldly from col

fe, when he came back from a short work tri

hen he' d

scene, a replay of

dante, songs of waiting a

sometimes I' d catch a flicker of something el

y, m

my dreams of reunion

comin

would fall ba