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So I sat in the wet grass thinking about the life we could've lived. Your mother's old curtains draped around our bedroom windows. My father's war medals sitting in some lightly dusted display case in our closet. Your closet, really, since I don't have much to wear.

My bony fingers slide across the grooves at the top of the wet whiskey bottle.

I remember when you and I ran to the pier to watch the boats sail into the horizon. "Red in the morning, sailor's warning" you'd always say. "Red at night, sailor's delight" I'd always respond. Hold hands and talk down the sunset and move along.

I remember when my skin held color.

I put the glass to my pale blue lips and then sang your favorite song.