Catching the Send-Off Train: Melanie Faith

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  © Melanie Faith, 2013

I’m not saying it’s the same.

Jim is not Edgar. I wouldn’t expect
that kind of a pulse-quickening.

It’s different. Jim and his father
have a handyman business, though Jim’s the labor.
He fixed Mom’s radio, then the radiator. The first time
he asked me, I said no thanks.

Persistence was Edgar’s trait, not Jim’s.
I kept thinking it over— for two weeks,
then another. I decided I could maybe accept. I’d walk over
to his place. See where it went, if it went from there.

There are no do-overs in this life,
I reminded myself in the front hall mirror, gearing up.
I reminded, Edgar can’t come back you know,

finished putting on my hat.

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  Catching the Send-Off Train:
Telephone Operator
Justice of the Peace
Where There’s Smoke
  There’s Breakfast
Life Line
Fragments, Sent
Red, White, Green
Pauline to Edgar
I’m not saying it’s the same.
Taking off His Ring, Part One
Edgar to Pauline
Tattered Mosaic
And Sometimes a Boy Needs
  a Father
Taking off His Ring, Part Two
Charlie: Settling In
Thirty years
Charlie: Settling In, Part Two
Platform: Traveling Back