Tuesday, August 07, 2018

Nobody is ever missing

As we walked home that night smelling like the bourbon that had drizzled onto our knees, i knew that my husband was a song that i had forgotten the words to and i was a fuzzy photograph of someone he used to love and i knew that the song my husband was, the song i had forgotten, was not only forgotten but no longer existed, that there had only been one record of it and it had been melted down and turned into something else and only one person knew how to sing it and that person was long since dead.

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