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One In Eight Million The body lay just five feet off the sidewalk. Someone, probably a paramedic, had covered it with a sheet, and it made a pitifully small shape, lying there in the shadow of New Yorks tallest building.
Pedestrians funneled between the wall and the blue sawhorses the NYPD had placed around the scene, most not even glancing at the shape under the sheet. Steve watched them as the officer copied the information from his drivers license. He was still shaken enough by what he had just witnessed to wonder why they werent stopping, and he didnt hear the officer until he touched his arm.
Mr. Davidson? I asked if you could tell me just what it was you saw. The officer Steve saw a tag that identified him as A. Wright was looking at him, pen poised over a clipboard.
Im still not sure just what I saw, Steve r
after all this time
I catch myself
deciphering words written in native tongue
until it all comes clear,
and the music box hits the wall
shattering silently under screams of negation.
They can't write for us.
Only we can,
elliptical love letters in open form,
meaning smothered in
metaphor and simile.
Because to blurt it out
I miss you, I was wrong
would be unseemly,
too much like
We hid nothing from each other.
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