Sad Story

Okay, this is a story

It just trails off at the end

Without any great denouement

No glorious coda

Just a slump backwards and a sigh

A woman alone with her dimming fantasies.

It all started

One hundred plus years ago, believe it or not

There was a girl

And out of fucking nowhere she dreams about love

She is twelve years old

And although in time she reads some books

That touch upon her sensibilities

She meets not one person in all the years that follow

Who shares her dream

Who complements her need

Not one fucking person.

And then she gets old

And her ankles hurt

And her fantasies wear out and can’t be darned

So she says.

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