Fugue # 63

A chance glance, a face in the crowd. Not as young as you remember, not as sharp. Softer features, wrinkles, graying hair, bangs. It was her.

Remember when we were younger. Everything was so important. Everything mattered. Everything.

The shadows across the sidewalk.
The shadows and the trees outside our window.
The train we could see from that window.
What they meant and how the form of one related to the form of two.

Abstraction: Its end and its beginning. Our beginning.

Marbell to Zed:
- Did you just see her?
- Who?
- Dina.
- Who?
- My ex-wife Dina. I think I just saw her.
- I thought she was dead.
- Me, too.

Marbell bolts after her down the sidewalk.