Late August 2017. After just two weeks apart we meet up at, of all places, a mall, where we both have Saturday night plans. You apologize profusely to me, tears welling in your eyes. I look into them as though they’ll save us from what our hands are capable of. I accept your apology, believing that you are less wildfire than before. You tell me that you’ve ceased being able to determine what to do with yourself, which revealed to me that you hadn’t yet mustered the courage to call grief by its ugly name. Back at my apartment, we sway from side to side backlit by the moon. I tell you I want to
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