By Will H. Blackwell, Jr.
“Hello Clarise, got your phone-number from a friend.
I found that note you left me twenty-years ago—following senior-prom—the one saying, ‘I could never want anyone else! You’re the one for me—now—forever!’
I didn’t understand, later that year, when you declined my proposal—though you explained you didn’t want to rush things—needed ‘space’ to think.
I assumed you meant ‘time;’ but ‘space’ became correct, when you suddenly moved four states north.
Heard you recently divorced—your third husband, was it?
Well…I’m still down here … if you’d like to pick things up, where we left off.”
“I like writing about potential reconnections of past and present.” – the writer