September

September
Once again
September

Septiembre, setiembre

I don't want to think
of a certain anniversary
but it's there
it's unavoidable to think of it

Wednesday September 17, quite a few years ago.
I had a soccer game and decided to skip it.
I have to attend "an event," I wrote in my email.
And quite an event it was.
A meeting
A date
An adventure.
The Stbcks on Clark and Belmont
The minivan parked on a side St
Conversation over poems, coffee and homemade cookies
And ainda mais

It was good
Better than good
Unforgettable memoirs
Unforgettable

I keep trying to forget
But there is no way
There is no other healthy way other than acknowledging it was good and that I'm still emotionally vulnerable to those memoirs.
But now all that is gone.
Gone.
Gone.
All that is part of history.
My ex's history.
My own history.