epilogue:

 

and she'd said, 'don't you forget about me.' i keep my promises.

this is the after-story
of (ellipsis).

out of the confusion, consequence. she chose another path. so now, now i need a place to put all the memories she asked me to make.

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August 19

i will remember her:

in the parking lot behind Taco Bell, laughing that we’d matched without meaning to, jeans and white tanks. we met with her co-worker friends for a game of mini golf, smartass remarks and small-time holes. no golfer by trade or hobby, the fun of it was amplified by the way she held me in her eyes, held my hand as we weaved the course. i lost but felt like a king over all the manicured expanse of green.