I was accustomed to
foreign.
My single travel companion
slept.
I was accustomed to being
alone.
It was
Sunday.
The city that was not a city
closed.
When it was time, it was
midnight.
I stepped in the van
it rained.
The curves were
fleeting.
The roads seemed
relative.
I knew you were
German.
I could see you were
pregnant.
We found a common
language.
We discovered a shared
heritage.
I have not forgotten
you.
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