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 17

i will remember her:

for our last kiss, though i didn’t know it then. we were driver’s side of her car out back behind the stadium on her birthday after work. my usual spot on her door sill, she in her seat, just tore open the birthday gifts; a Fox tee, sign language books, concert tickets. she said she loved them all, and she kissed me, and we kissed in ways that are seared into my memory. if there had to be a last, it was a good way to go.