words the wind can blow.
closed eyes try
not to forget
the shape of your smile.

you thread words
into a ball
which I mistook
for a heart

another driver opened up
saying the tricycle was not initially his.
the owner was a soldier, he said.
the soldier died and left the tricycle to his wife.
i married his wife, he said – with a smile.
that’s life.

I cannot seem to reconcile
the two minds
that you have.
You can’t live with two sides.
Only one can survive.
Only one will survive.