I saw buses, stopped at street corners, faces pressed in glass, and I whispered to the ones I liked. I walked into the backyards of houses that looked lived-in...in the car port, the parked car ritual (hers then his)...behind the drive, towels and undershirts waiving in the wind. Bye-bye. There are no things that I didn't say to you, no stories I didn't tell. There are parts of an apple that no one eats. The peach has a tremendous center. Did I become old? You said to me once, "I thought you'd get old. You're no older now than when I met you."

And I asked if it bothered you.

You said, "I'm lonely, that's all."