The Fence

When I take the dog for a walk, I almost always pass the fenced off dry stream down the street. I hardly ever used to notice it.

But now I know that is where she left you coffee and notes and gifts.

That’s where you snuck off to, running through the forest to get her gifts, probably some stolen kisses too.

Of course, that was on the nights you didn’t pretend to go on a walk so that you could get picked up to have sex in her black van.

Now when I pass the fence, I can’t help but notice it.
In the early days of knowing, I used to check to see if there was anything hidden there for you. I wish I could say I never do that now.

Sometimes when a black van passes by I notice too.
But I almost always pass that fence when I take the dog for a walk.

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