-There are certain places that harbor ghosts, they keep them, but don’t allow them free reign. This is why, as I look out the window and I’m turning right onto DeLacey, I see her. Not her, not as she ever was, but the only way I can see her now. A sense of her perhaps, or the only part of her left with me, quickly fading, so that as I sit at the very top of the parking structure, the one her and I came to years ago, I worry about the name I should give her memory or what is left of the memory of her. It was her lips, that formed the word, “Amazing,” in describing me, and it only took me five years to disprove it.
I sit at the top of the structure, in the back of a truck, with a friend, talking about the things you’ll do for love and I could feel her presence. She sits there watching me, but I don’t turn to her. I don’t think of her. I lose my stare in the five inches of air in front of me and listen, like a good friend, but she says nothing. And I’m silent, my friend, in between the deep drags of his cigarette, notices. He knew her too, once. He believed, she’d never leave me, and now, he simply smiles, as if he understands.
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