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As you lay there, holding the hands of someone that you trust, you both know that they’re just waiting on a train, a train that’s going to take them very far from here. Maybe it swallows them whole, maybe it catches an arm and drags them until they look nothing like you remembered, maybe they catch a ride. Some people pass on, some people move on. They tell you that the most difficult thing to do, and the goal, is to let go, but it’s not. It’s to keep in touch.

because you’ll wait, seemingly a life time, you’ll read and read and marvel and resist and become angry and become infatuated, you will give everything you have, draining out over the length of whatever we have scratched into the bodies of our embodiments, for a simple few words, ones that we don’t even care to add until after all of the space allotted to us, the postscript, as that that comes after writing, as having been added after the end of the story, as post-summation, post-staring at yourself, post-staring at others, post-settled, post-stillness, post-sound, post-silliness, post-side stitches, all jokes aside, post-sorrow, post-substance, post-selfishness, post-selflessness, post-suffering, post-sometimes, post-some things, post-student, post-susceptible, post-stretched out, post-seeing the world for the way that it is, post-searching, post-still searching, post-sin, post-sin forgiven, post-so many more chances, post-saying everything, after all of the words, all of the songs, all of the moments, after all of the hugging, after every kiss has existed, at the end of every life, there is still one more thing to be said. After it all is said and done. Down at the bottom. By the time we least expect it. Your Father has said it. Your father, your mother, your grandparents, and the rest of the people who you may or may not consider family, be it by blood or by meaning, every friend that you have ever had, every person that you have answered the phone for, anyone who has seen conversations with you long into tomorrow, anyone who has never gotten a reply back from you, everyone that you were either kind or hard towards, that person who you hurt, that person who hurt you, who lent either their eyes or their knives to your back, the ones who were, are, or will be in your life, the people who you remembered to cherish every single day of it, the ones that you forgot about for weeks or months at a time, the ones you forgot about entirely, yourself. When we know that there is only time for the truth in the utmost of honesty, in these moments are where we find out what it all amounts to. Maybe we can learn to not let ourselves take so long to realize its truth. A hope… That, along with taking the time to realize it, we can take the time to look into the eyes of those in our lives, those around us, and say “I love you.”

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Christian Welch Fort Lauderdale, Florida

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