I thought I was over her.

My new, now ex-wife
came back from Japan today.
Kyoto. Four months.

Fresh conversation
started so innocently,
then suddenly changed.

A kind suggestion
tares the scabbing from my heart,
opening the wound.

Grief sweeps over me.
I thought I was over her.
Probably never.

I have to leave now.
Can't breathe. Suddenly nauseous.
Try again later.

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