Jessica

you werent recalled
the feeling of remembering you was evoked
it was the sky, its moody sullen grey
hanging as it so often does in the fall, so close
to the awaiting earth, and the turning grass
more like escaping air from an exhumed tomb
than an actual memory
your large ovular eyes, so dark
the line was not decernable
between
pupils and your irises
peering over your freckles
and your cocktail glass brace

i couldn't shake you, and stood
there in the nearly empty parking lot
at least as long as our last red light
embrace
and i thought then i was too damn old
to be haunted by the ghost
of some other man's wife.