你请我吃了午餐，在一家意大利面馆。
我们从未如此善待彼此。
当你说我还是个邋遢鬼时，我们笑了。
午餐后，我们站在停车场。
你说，你说最后的话，
但我说，不，我厌倦了
总是我来总结。
你来说最后的话。
但你想不出说什么。
于是你走向我们的银色车，
我去我们的红色车。
三年过去了。
而现在即使这也只是个故事。
最近我觉得好像并没有和你一起生活过。
但我记得那天我们的善意，
当这一切已不再重要。
The Day Of Our Divorce Hearing by Ruth Lepson
you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place.
We had never been so kind to each other.
When you said I’m still a slob, we laughed.
After lunch, we stood in the parking lot.
You said, you have the last word,
but I said, No, I’m tired of being
the one who sums things up.
You get the last word.
But you couldn’t think of one.
So off you went to our silver car,
I to our red one.
It’s three years later.
And even that’s just a story now.
Lately I don’t feel as if I lived with you.
But I remember our kindness that day,
when it no longer mattered.
