old mole.
that sounds like her
while eating at his favorite diner,
marty overhears that dolores, his old flame,
is living in a retirement home
about forty-five minutes or so outside of town.
the thought of this, he chokes on his meal
and has to perform the heimlich maneuver on himself.
finally resuscitated, airways clear, applause subsiding,
it begins to sink in.
he has not seen this woman in over fifty years,
but, still, he hasn’t lost a single feeling for her, either.
and now he’ll get to see her again.
the next morning, bright and early,
he goes out onto the street and hails a cab.
the driver is friendly, if a little too quiet.
at the home, marty asks the lady manning the front desk
to show him to dolores’s room.
“there’s a good chance she won’t remember you,”
the lady tells him.
“that sounds like her, all right,” he says.