"I wanted to forget the past, but it refused to forget
me; it waited for sleep, then cornered me."
~ Margaret Atwood, Lady Oracle
It was late one Monday night and he was alone drinking a
beer at a local bar writing words on napkins. It was the bar he first came to
years ago to try and forget her. All the liquor, all the empty relationships,
all the missing minutes in-between could not kill the pain or erase her memory.
He sat and thought he wanted to ask her one question. The one question that had
been searching for an answer for years as the sun sank and the sun rose. Harry
Chapin was singing, "A Better Place To Be" on the radio as he took a
sip of his beer and remembered when he whispered in her ear, "I think I'm
falling in love with you" so many lost years ago. And now, tonight, all he
wanted to know was if she was happy?
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