12:07 am 4.14.12
There is a plane going by and it could be you. I’ve been somewhat obsessively thinking about you all day. It was stupid of me to not insist on spending more time with you, but I so often felt like I was a piece of a life you’d left.
Written 14 April 2012 in Anchorage, Alaska.
Brian Fuchs, “12:07 am 4.14.12” from Okie Dokie (Scissortail Press, 2019)