The divorcee across the street has met a man on the internet and will soon take her son in the middle of the night to a foreign city where she will enroll him in a foreign school with foreign friends and her ex will know nothing of their whereabouts… his son, his ex wife – once the love of his life, and maybe still.

I drove past an empty house tonight and realized that you never accepted this town. It was all cool while things between us were hunky dory, but soon the hole inside of you opened up again, and it was not me, or this city, that could fill it. I spent much time moving dirt from the warden’s hole to the warden’s yard and back. You did the same for me. Love came, but in such a strange way. Ultimately the hole for you prevailed and you ran, and still run. I believe for me now, love prevailed.
There is G and JC, and both I feel have ideas about leaving this city. One for the sake of getting back to something that she knows and takes comfort in, something that fills the hole temporarily. The other to get away from everything that she has known like she once tried to do.
I will just stay here, I believe. I have come to like it. I have come to respect the hole within me. I have come to believe that I am the warden, and the prisoner, and that all the dirt I move is nothing but my own, and it doesn’t matter if it is Georgia red clay, or a west coast loam, it is still my dirt and the hole to be filled is as deep as I make it – in this city or the next. With your empty house, or me out of this one, or a friend around to wipe away these tears, or not. The landscaping will nevertheless take place.