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The Moon Got in the Way
She looked for the moon.
"It's not where I saw it last time,'
she said. "It shifted."
"I told you," I said, "we should
have eaten outside. You wouldn't
have lost the moon."
"I didn't lose it," she corrected me.
"How could I lose what doesn't
belong to me?"
"You've lost me," I answered.
"I've never had you," she said.
"It was a figure of speech," I said.
"You should stop figuring out
what to say and just speak,"
she said. "I am speaking," I said.
"Not to me," she said. "You're
speaking to your image of me."
"Look who's talking?" I said.
"At least, I wasn't giving
all my attention to the moon."
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