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 15

i will remember her:

rolling away from me to the sounds of You, Me, and the Bourgeoisie as my alarm rang clear through her bedroom at seven-thirty am every time. every time i’d groan, hit snooze, and curl into her back, her neck, for just five more minutes. she’d press against me and many mornings we traded silent wishes with our sleepy hands in hopes that the currency would mean i didn’t have to get up and go to work.