#41: I'm sad to say it's all wishful thinking.
July 12, 2006

I hear you humming a tune. I asked you what song it was, but you didn't want to tell me. Said you wanted me to guess. Said that way it's more fun.

Said that way I'll be thinking of you more and more.

Said I'll eventually know when the time comes.

Flash. The camera goes. I see myself in the photo.

Flash.

And flash. You were gone.

I remember you standing by yourself, humming this graceful tune, the tune I can't seem to forget since the day I heard it. I think the time has come. I think I've guess enough. And I think I've had more fun than I can ever enjoy.

Flash.

I still have no idea what song it was that you hummed.

Flash, flash.

7:12 p.m.

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