she sat on the top step of her front porch
looking up at the night sky.
you couldn't see much here in the city
but she always wanted to try.
the moon called to her
and the stars twinkled her name.
as she sat there
with her ex-husband's wool sweater wrapped around her shoulders,
with a mug of tea in her hands,
she tried to remember what he was like.
how his voice sounded when he was exhausted,
how...