Where They’d Lived
By Raymond Carver
Everywhere he went that day he walked
in his own past. Kicked through piles
of memories. Looked through windows
that no longer belonged to him.
Work and poverty and short change.
In those days they'd lived by their wills,
determined to be invincible.
Nothing could stop them. Not
for the longest while.
In the motel room
that night, in the early morning hours,
he opened a curtain. Saw clouds
banked against the moon, He leaned
closer to the glass. Cold air passed
through and put its hand over his heart.
I loved you, he thought.
Loved you well.
Before loving you no longer.
我爱过你，他想
好好地爱过你一场。
在不再爱你之前。”
当时看来，一切都是刚刚开始的模样。如今回想，却已弥漫着故事的终结。
