Old Flame

Not knowing she were alive or dead, I kept her memory sedated in the three-walled room. Now I hear she is alive (though a little arthritic), and living in Sussex with four cats. Of course the affair now must cease, the fantasy cauterized. I won’t, after all these years, visit her. I may write a letter, with a promise to call one day, but she will not be there anymore and nor will I.