Reflections

As the days grow shorter, you take up permanent residence in my memory. I remember you as you were that day. Leaning against the railing, your red and gold scarf almost skimming the water, throwing bread crumbs to the ducks, laughing at a joke only you could catch. You slipped your hands into mine, and together we watched twilight set in. “Look at the reflection”, you whispered, “so perfect you can’t tell which is real and which the illusion.” You threw the last of your breadcrumbs, and watched that picture perfect scene dissolve.

You went home and gassed yourself. Why???

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