i will remember her:
that next morning, lying in her bed trying to keep quiet, to not wake her mom, but the time wore on, and we did, and we got up shyly dressing, going down those heavily carpeted stairs full of our own new light. unknowing and unable to know, her mom smiled at me for the first and last time i’d meet her. her mom made us chocolate chip pancakes and the morning that shone through the windows made it a Midas feast.
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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(by a girl called Mayday)
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© 2009 (ellipsis)
