Stranger

Blood Into Ink

I’ll never know what happened to you.
The person who made me laugh, took me on wild motorcycle rides to nowhere, held me in the night, kissed me softly, gave me children. You were there, you were real, I’m sure of it. For a few years, you were right, you were okay, you were us. I wish you had stayed longer.

I’ll never know what happened to you.
You stopped breathing a few years ago but you disappeared long before that. I looked for you. But the looking took away pieces of me shaped as bruises and tears and broken hearts, and second and third and fourth chances. I couldn’t give you any more chances because I was afraid I would vanish and our children would be alone and afraid.

I’ll never know what happened to you.
One day a stranger came through the door, disguised as you. Instead of…

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