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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September 2

i will remember her:

on the way to get her haircut by my hairdresser. we walked there; it was close by and beautiful out, mid-afternoon heat. seeing her gave me butterflies: it became our motif. i folded a hundred origami butterflies, gave them to her in a box that cradled a necklace with half a monarch in it. i have the other half. some people say poets pay too much attention to the weather, that we take it too personally. but i will say this: i haven’t yet seen a butterfly this season.