This reminds me of a time a few years back after I learned of a death.
I was sat in the car with my Husband in a car wash as I sat holding the radio aerial on my lap. I kept noticing a piece of dust in the corner of the air vent as the air-con was on, and for some reason it’s all I could think of in the midst of the tears. And I’m not sure where the car wash began and the tears ended. But it’s all I remember.
Anyway, this poem reminded me of that time. There’s something surreal about it that reminds me of another place and time. Thank you for sharing.