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I imagined sending you a paper letter. I imagined it sitting in the metal mailbox to the left of the glass door. I imagined you sifting through bills and advertisements and coming to my letter. I imagined you thinking twice about tearing it in half, then putting it aside. I imagined you coming home from work, twisting the knob I installed, and reading my letter. I imagined you sitting on the couch where we made love and dreams, and crying. I imagine, now, the scent of perfume before your dinner with him, the same I smelt on your dinners with me. I imagine that letter turning yellow with age, the same as our skin. I imagine that letter being found in the crawlspace beneath your house, by your grandchildren. I imagine them asking who I was and you answering "we all have one that slips away." I then imagined us as dust, the same as that letter, and wondering what would have happened if I had only sent it.