The weather is like it was the summer we moved here
Not really summer
I tell her
I say to the ghost of her in my bedroom
Truthfully
Wet and cold
Green and lush
The west opens before us
Jill driving our BMW at 100 miles an hour
Out of Nebraska
Welcome to Colorful Colorado
Eight years ago
Most of our marriage
We break into our own house
Celebrate the crime with Illegal Pete’s
I wait for the train on the Sixteenth Street Mall
Wondering if this will be a good life for us
Staring into a future
It looks back with tears in its eyes
Summer begins
Not really summer
I tell her
Without you
