A Remembered Digression

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Distant

We walk along the ribbon of stone, not an honest soul in sight. The world around us freshly reborn, like a baby preparing it’s first wail.

The red lights are ignored, speaking to nothing, as I say to her that this is what the city will be when man is a distant dream of a past.

She laughs, and urgently tells me of the exotic young man in charge, and the brazen American girl next door, and the Scotsman at the bar that kissed her and the beautiful African couple that had sex on the couch….and of course how it all just amused her and made her miss me more and how much she wants to show me her little bed.

I listen and smile…and say to myself that this is how her life soon will be, when I am but a distant dream of a past.

We walk along the ribbon of stone holding hands too tightly, not an honest soul in sight, us least of all…but which of us is the liar, and which is the lie?

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