so do Ipublished: 2014-09-04
Another sun filled day, when life turns inside out.
A man came to my table. He carefully asked me for my phone number. Said he’d like to show me Amsterdam. I told him I’ve lived here for over twenty years. Still, he very much wanted to show me Amsterdam. I gave him my number. His voice slipped and he knocked over a chair on leaving.
I have dinner with my son. This was a good day for him, for me. He sends his dad a message about how he played football today. His dad won’t ever leave his life. Or mine. But there are men that do. And then what?
“I miss him,” I say of my recent break-up, just like that.
‘Yes!” he bursts, a shaken fizzy drink released of its cap,”so do I.”