September 2008
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I was sentimental about many things:
a woman’s shoes under the bed; one hairpin left behind on the dresser; the way they said “I’m going to pee…”; hair ribbons; walking down the boulevard with them at 1:30 in the afternoon, just two people walking together; the long nights of drinking and smoking, talking; the arguments; thinking of suicide; eating together and feeling good; the jokes, the laughter out...
“Look, it’s spring.
And last year’s loose dust has turned into this...”
– Mary Oliver, A Settlement
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this is where the story ends
It’s that little souvenir of a terrible year Which makes my eyes feel sore Oh I never should have said the books that you read Were all I loved you for