she asks me if I remember
what happened
after we made love.
how I never called her.
how I disappeared without
a word,
a note, or call.
no farewell.
I became a ghost in her night.
I think about it for awhile,
then say no.
I don't remember doing that
to you.
but it does sound like me.
who I was
at the time.
someone I no longer
recognize. i'm sorry I
tell her. adding one more
to a frightful list
of sorrys.
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