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Last night I remembered your visit here. It feels like forever ago, and as in every movie, a better time. God, so much better. Why didn’t you stay? I was at the cinema the other evening, and I thought of what you said, of how the dark of the room filled you and lit up your soul. I thought it awfully morose at the time, but sitting there then, I knew what you meant. It straight lit me up. Or maybe I’m just morose now?
I applied to six jobs, got turned down by seven. Somebody I met at art class told me he could possibly set up a small gig for me at a local bar, a right-hand-man to the manager or something. I forgot all about it, it sounded so dull. Anyway, this morning, the guy told me the job was gone, I was too late. I’m always too late.
I think of you. So often.
