The first loss came at 10.12. A brief phone vibration involving the first notes of meant Rearviewmirror: Brussels. Electronic spasm if corporeal be a kiss, if human sound would be an "I love you" and if the smell would be the neck of my green jersey. An oxygen bubble illuminating the abyssal trenches ... Slightly more than four hours after promising to try something very beginning it seemed to me unrealistic.
The second loss came at 20.51. This time the code was: Toronto. And this time I caught fleeing home, away from any memory, any street, any location that reminded me to say goodbye. I hate goodbyes. And even the ashes left behind. Slightly more than 18 hours after trying to soak heat the skin with your smile to take her to bed tonight with me. And the next night and the next ... No, I have not slept.
Goodnight princess. From the other side of the mirror.
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