She was late for something more important and left her phone on the dresser. It was my own fault; I shouldn’t have looked. A single picture. When I saw the tenderness in their eyes, their unalloyed joy at just being together, I knew we were finished.

Eventually even the deepest cracks mend and we agree to talk; just coffee, neutral ground. How have we been and are we keeping well, have we seen anything of so and so and did we hear about so and so and so and so. Respectful, cowardly, avoiding what I have lost and she has found.

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