=Revisiting old haunts=

I had a boyfriend once who told me 
how much he liked peeing in those urinals

with the little deodorant cakes;

directing his stream 

he did his share
to bring the cake closer 

to disappearing. 
Zipping up, he said,
he felt a real sense of accomplishment,
part of a brotherhood
of anonymous pee-ers
working toward a common goal.

That's a pretty fair

metaphor 
for how you treated me.

Curious that now I feel nothing. 

Well, not nothing, obviously, 
or I wouldn't have typed your name 
into a Google search. 

It’s more like nostalgia, I suppose,
yet not quite that either. 

As when we drive by a house made strange
by long ago. 

You can't imagine ever having lived there.

But you did. And sitting at the curb, 
the car

running, 
you feel a kind of wonder

at how on earth that could have ever been.