Impossible pasts

He stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile haunting his face like a cheap hotel sign.

“Do you remember me? How we used to be? Do you think we should be closer?”

“Tongue tied and terrified, I learned how to pray. Now my feelings run deep and cold as the clay. And now, strung out behind me are banners and flags. I’m sorry, our possible past lies in tatters and rags.”


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