All Gone
By birksy
She passed right through me, as if she couldn’t remember what we were. I caught her arm, pulled her round, I pushed her auburn hair back behind her ear. ‘Don’t you remember me?’ I thought, but she frowned for a second, looked away. ‘We were different people, then,’ she said, ‘How different can we have been?’ We shook hands, parted, I waited to see if she’d look behind again. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 01:31 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 1
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