Thursday, April 25, 2013

Forever Mine

My memory as a whole is fading, little things escape more frequently, keys, wallet, sunglasses. I’ve no doubt if I wore more pants than sweats I’d forget my zipper often enough, as I forget to take my pills and forget to add salt into a cookie batter.

But I do remember the last time I saw her. I can feel the plush of my seats, the shifter I gripped so tightly I thought I’d wrench it from the transmission. I remember her smell, her voice, reluctant whispers. Best friend she said. My demotion. I remember the taste of my tears, the heaviness in my chest, the choking on my words; last time I said. Like a creature caught in ancient amber, that moment is forever mine.

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