From the Heat Outside.

I saw this girl I used to date walking across the street towards a baseball field, large duffel bag slung over her shoulder.
She wasn't a girl anymore.
She'd filled out into an adult.
Someone who looked like someone's mother.
At a baseball game.
None of this is true.
I just thought it was her, but it wasn't.
I don't really think about her at all.
I certainly don't miss her.
It's just strange thinking about how quietly the world swallows people up.