44 years he’d lived there,
It had been his town, not hers,
He’d left her alone too much,
“The opposite of love isn’t hate, it’s indifference.”
The town was too small now.
The grocery store wasn’t the grocery store any more;
it was the lonely grocery store.
The job wasn’t a factory any more;
it was “Lonely Widgets, Inc.”
He cashed in his retirement.
He bought a ticket.
The destination: anywhere
Anywhere but here.