-two seats at the glass-

three months following

our break-up and here we are

at the supermarket.

are you still holding our Bruins

hockey tickets, seats at the glass, at the blue line.
the Red Wings are in town, those crazy bastards!

you know, it wasn't long ago we walked

head-strong into the clamorous openings of our early days,

same as our friends who'll be going to the Garden tomorrow.

now I see you've stopped

preparing the things I like.

looks as if your shopping cart

belongs to someone else —

some guy who'll be watching the game on television

drinking Bud Light, for christsake!

it's good to see you.
you look wonderful.— but

about those tickets —
you won't be going to the hockey game, will you?