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Rest Easy, It’s Over
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Rest Easy, It’s Over Dear V, I had an echo of you today. That’s what I’m now calling our memories. Echoes. There’s nothing in an echo you can change or contact and it’s a dimmer version of the original. Seems fitting for the course of things. The Echo: We are walking through a park on our way to a bar and it’s on and off pouring around us. At the shelter in the park is an older man carrying all of his worldly belongings with him. Homeless. Taking shelter from the rain. It’s humid and hot. My jeans stick to my legs and my hairs a mess. You look beautiful as ever. Someone today squeezed my hand to warn me about something. It was the squeezing that got me. That gentle application of pressure to my hand instantly brought me back to a wet park in the rain. As we crossed onto the street you squeezed my hand and smiled. It was one of those moments that made us pause and take each other in. Wondering about the present: How deep it was? How wide it was? How much of it was mine to keep. Laying in bed right now the echo comes back to me. It always does in the darkness…there’s no one left to keep away the parts of me that hurt myself. I feel like a comet burning up on reentry into Earth. Flickers of heat and light up in the stratosphere and a minute later there’s nothing left of me. Love, Now, And Always, Bridget Miranda Case  Love, Now, And Always, Bridget Miranda Case |
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