I haven't felt this way since my heart broke at the beginning of the summer,
she said, and I said, what happened then?
And she didn't say anything for a minute, but when she did her voice was quiet.
That was when he cried and told us they were moving away,
and I cried too, on my mother's shoulder,
and wished the hurts in life didn't hurt quite so much.
It was when we passed the gas station, she went on and I let her.
The one where they filled our van with gas the last night when all of us went out together.
And it seems a little funny, don't you think, she said,
and her eyes were very wet now,
that a place I pass every week should just tonight trigger that pain, but it did.
Why tonight, I asked, and she sighed.
Because tonight is the beginning of a new year of what they started last year,
and it's been a beautiful night but I can't help feeling sad
because they're not here to share it with us.
So your heart broke again tonight, I said,
and she said, oh, I didn't know it could break twice.
She was silent for a minute and then she turned away,
and I knew it was to hide the crying.
Then she whispered, yes, I think it did.