Alice

It had been months since I’d seen Alice
and I felt compelled to see her again.
She was a woman who liked surprises,
so on the spur of the moment
I got in my car and drove,
heading west, chasing down the sun.

But the sun won out
and before I knew it
he was smiling 
in my rear view mirror.

Tulsa was just coming to life
as I pulled up in front of her house.
I walked down the cobblestone path
past the well manicured lawn.
The roses were in bloom on the trellis.
When I reached the massive door
I banged vigorously on the brass knocker.
A well dressed man opened up
and asked me my business.
"I'd like to see Alice, please," I said.
"Sorry sir, Alice doesn't live here anymore."

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