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 11

i will remember her:

drunk and waiting for our train to her place, we were early or it was too late to care. everything was alive, the lights and sounds of fast food and newspapers, a city full of insomniacs or worse. we made friends with an MTA cop and his police dog Scar. we must have seemed sober because neither of us look legal. she scratched behind Scar’s ears; we smirked at each other. the next morning when i went to work, Scar was on the Woodside platform, eyeing me knowingly.