Sunday 5/28/2006 10:20:00 PM

The distant rumble of fireworks as summer implodes. I responded because I remembered the way the stairs would creak as he walked behind me.

Up toward.

Because I remembered the bows bigger than their packages. And how a gift seemed the last thing I deserved from him then.

I can't talk or say. But I can always write. The truth my mistress as I explain their impact letter by letter. The kind of statements you can't retract. Smiles that never turn dark. The little bit of flesh I can offer them that won't ever decay should they wish to hang on to it.

I responded because though it's hard, I don't think it should matter what happened after. Then is who we were to each other. And after we are gone, those people we were aren't.

There are so many things I can't say. This is just one.

Life is full of moments I'd never change, but still wish had turned out different.

I responded because I never want you to think I regret the ones we created.

But I'm not who you remember. I'm not anyone's friend.


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