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 13

i will remember her:

sitting, swinging slowly on the wooden swing, beside me in our second summer, still may. she was fresh out of work and tired as hell that night. sleepless, restless, she often longed for dreamless sleep. instead she’d settled on applebee’s and then come over anyway. my head was on her shoulder and her hand was on my thigh. the stars were hidden by clouds and trees in my yard, so i used her eyes as light.