We look out at the night sky on the balcony of the bar and I mention your name. I make sure it's casual, a passing remark. I pray that someone will ask me the questions I answer best. "tell me more. what were they like? were they kind? would they have stayed if you had asked?"

And most of all, I hope someday someone will lightly touch my hand and say. "It's okay. you don't need to pretend not to love. you don't need to joke about it until it's funny. tell me about the way their eyes knew you."


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