Felling the Night

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I was walking down the street when I saw this girl, purple hat and a ponytail. I said, “What’s up?” and she smiled back. Words didn’t leave her mouth, but she kissed my neck. Locked her arms into mine, and made me dance down to the 6 line. We took the subway uptown to the museum, and played hopscotch on the steps as an audience looked on. Sunshine splashed our faces, and I smiled another smile. She said, “I love you,” and I felt complete for a while. Then everything became real, and she said goodbye. I didn’t see her for a year, but don’t worry, I didn’t cry. I waited patiently until one morning, when something was different, if even slightly. I got out of bed and put on a shirt, I smelled like perfume, but didn’t know the source. Suddenly I had a flashback to the night before, that I had lost myself and lost her forevermore. Christmas in August, we mirrored the moments. You and I and our unending affair with time became a photograph hung on the wall like a sonnet.