He Could Not Picture it Now...

"Are you in love?" he said.

"I thought I was. I thought I loved someone," she said, "But he wasn't worth loving, I guess."

"I'm so sorry," he said.

He remembered the last time they had met, the sound the tires made as the car raced across the wooden bridge. He remembered looking into the glare of the lights of approaching cars and thinking for a moment that he could see again the curve of her naked back. He could not picture it now.

"I'm so sorry," he said, thinking he too, may not have been worth loving.

"It's not important," she said.

What is? What is? What is? he thought.