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 21

i will remember her:

in certain words, arrangements of consonants and vowels and spaces that will forever carry the undertone, the unbearable lightness of her. Neruda’s Sonnet XVII will never mean more to me than the feeling of sharing it with her. Sunsets and Car Crashes will never mean anything other than the feeling of arriving on the train as she ends my day, all kinds of beautiful. these turns of phrase i keep for her between the shadow and the soul.