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The End - Tuscaloosa m4w
Date: 2010-09-11, 10:40PM CST
Tell me where I am so I know it's you. Tell me about the time when so I know it's you. Tell me the shape of my face so I know it's you. Tell me what will happen forty-five days from now when the missed goes missing so I know it's you. Tell me that you have seen everything so I know it's you. Call me right now, tell me about the dream you had about everyone you know telling you terrible things: your mother wrapping her hands around your throat, your friends blaming you for their deaths so I know it is you. If this is you, tell me these things. If this is you, twenty-two. If this is you, remove your face from the faces of all of these girls I've been missing when all I've been missing is you. If this is you, make me stop thinking that these faces will change to yours, that your hair is as important as the hair of connections never made. Tell me that until this you weren't sure it was you so I know it's you. Tell me what I would have done if. Tell me what I would have done. Tell me about eye contact, how important that is, about lines made from one eye to another like a blade across your wrist the nights you used to get bored with me. Tell me how the edge connected. Tell me where the scar is so I know it is you. Tell me you've never been missed. Lie to me, tell me you've never been missed, that all connections have been made and will be made in the future. Tell me about the future. Tell me how this ends, with our bed soaked from the dirty water that was once the river. Tell me how I will pretend to hold you up with one finger like I have the strength, like I have the magic instead of the weight of the water. Tell me there is nothing scientific about this. Tell me there is nothing new, tell me all of these things. Tell me about the girl who died. Tell me that I would have liked her if I had met her. I know this is a longshot, but you were there. I know that this never happens, but I was there and you were there. You will probably never read this. You will probably read this and not know it is you. You will probably read this and not know it is you so I know it is you. This, here, will disappear like the others. There will be other connections, others after you. The first girl I ever loved has a baby: the child has her beautiful eyes and his fat nose. The second girl I ever loved doesn't remember the time I loved her. The third girl I ever loved doesn't have the time to remember the time I loved her. The fourth girl. The fifth girl. The sixth girl. The seventh girl. The eighth girl. The ninth girl. They do not know that they were missed. They do not know how to tell me how they know it is them. The twentieth girl. The twenty-first girl. The twenty-second. Believe me, for once, when I say that every other day I am reminded. Believe me when I tell you that you, you are the one missing, and that I, I am the one missed.
- Location: Tuscaloosa
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