Forget Me Not

by Julie Soto

You may think everything ends one day, but you haven’t had ‘everything’ with me.”

“It’s…It was never about extinction. The tattoos…” He blows out his air. “They’re ones that I—that I can’t have. Ones that can’t be used in arrangements, can’t be kept in the shop.” He looks up to me. “Ones that are likely to disappear before I can love them.”