So they're leaving now, for good -
His son with his decibel music,
His trailblazing machine,
His brazen girl
Immune to the privilege of pity.

The place will be a bit empty now -
But at least he can keep up the rent.

Stubs out a final cigarette,
And remembers how she always liked the ashtrays
Clean. Ashtrays and windows.

(Threnody, threnody -
How can we learn enough remembering
To forget?)