Erasure

It all happened there, a place as insignificant as dust motes in a sunbeam. It all happened there, a photocopy of an image of a faint dream.  There, we saw kingdoms raised and crumble into pits of sand.  There, the breath of life and shudder of death.   The beginning and the end.

I met Ann in some shitty bar on Fifth that doesn’t exist anymore.  She was lonely, I was hopeful and we stumbled into sex and friendship, failure and friction.  Ten years later I was cheating, she was crying, I was screaming, she was dying and I was feeling like a bigger asshole for staying when I wanted to leave and leaving when I wanted to stay.  I held her hand as we heard the news and wished some other guy had taken her home. Then she looks up at me and I forget it all for a while.

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