He made his was thought the crowd
Heeled black shoes thinking and clicking on the concrete
it was noon exactly
As we walk to the restaurant,
This stranger and I
I wonder
Why would my mother divorce him
Some people divorce because of hate
Others for money
But as we hop restaurant to restaurant
It's clear that my mother divorced him
Because of pure arrogance and annoyance
One waiter after another
shouting French words I don't understand
Until I have to go
He offers to buy me a news paper
And the last time I saw my father
Was like the last time before,
With my mother.
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