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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4271 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Staying Frank Faust She asks me to stay until the others have gone. It's a ritual played out even if we are yawning. Sometimes we'll dance, almost into early light, as vague reasons suggest we should keep going on and neither of us wants to stop yet, or to take a slowing breath. We want to squeeze out every moment until there's nothing left, no remains, for we have had those conversations about potential sudden demise, and agree on no ever-afters that are only glib lies. We've watched the come-and-go of too many friends who never said good-bye, thrown the clods of rich, brown earth, weeping like children at their gravesides, and she said to me 'If ever ... If you should ever ...' She said 'Just don't, all right?' All right. 'Wait here awhile, until I tell the others goodnight and see them to their car. Don't leave yet, we'll do another cigarette, some wine. Let's talk a little while before you go.' 'Hey, do you want me to turn the music on?' ~ |
