in passing, your seats got wet.
in passing, I saw you
framed in the green of the car door,
elbows on knees
hands wrapped together.
oblivious to the passing traffic.
your tie was skew,
your shoelace undone
as you sat outside the funeral parlour
in the rain.
your seats got wet.
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