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Saturday Night Fever;

and, at college with her,

those Saturday night absences

she could not plausibly explain

during Sunday morning exhaustions:

all of this became a prelude of sorts

to Monday afternoon, January 9th,

the slow walk through gray snow-slush

to an awkward lunch

and her blurted parting words,

severing me from her presence,

severing me from my own past,

gouging into my soul such a wound

that suppurated emotion,

bleeding around the edges,

for one month less than fifteen years.

Starward

[jlc]