EVENING'S SILHOUETTE

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—You always walk away without saying goodbye. Has anyone ever told you that? No matter who you're talking to. The conversation, however long, will have ended, and you turn to leave.

—That's the thing I do that bothers you?

—Mmm. Not so much bothers me as comes to mind when I think of things you do that seem left of normal. Really, though, it's timed pretty nicely. Very cinematic. And it's definitely you.

—Definitely me? Haha, I suppose that'll do. Tell me a story. Something to send me to sleep.

—Well, I drifted through the city today. It was gray but pleasant, and the streets were unusually clear. Near midday, I stopped in a boutique, the first store I entered, and tried on a teal, polka dot summer dress. Silk. You would have liked it. I may go back tomorrow and buy it, but I haven't made up my mind. It's so soft. I ambled a bit more and treated myself to a doughnut in Chelsea. Later in the afternoon—

—Wait. What kind of doughnut?

—Chocolate icing. Rich, with cocoa nibs. It was perfect. Later in the afternoon, the light broke cover and warmed my face. I made my way to the river, where I watched the sun's reflection dance in the waves. I smiled into the setting sun and thought of the depth that lies behind your eyes. And I missed you.