Rejected Endings

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I asked “When you told your friends you don’t love me anymore, how did they feel?” and you said “Not surprised.”

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Three days later you posted a photo and your friends were like “You’ve never looked happier!!!” and they were right.

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My friends don’t ask me where you are anymore because they know I don’t know.

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I guess we were ships crashing in the night.

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So now my memory of you is like money in a glass case in the sea: beautiful, untouchable, distorted, seductive, sinking. Or maybe it’s money dropped out of a helicopter into the sea and I’m on some twisted game show frantically grasping for bills and trying not to drown.

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Because in your letters you quoted the poem but never its ending:

Watching the wind whisk the money away
out to sea. Watching the case splash
below — mystical, insignificant —
instantly erased by waves.

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It’s like I went to the beach and scavenged sticks and stones and red seagrass and self-ashored kelp and fashioned a replica of your hair and now I’m sailing the globe searching for moon-faced bald women with fangs.

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And it’s so corny but I kept thinking about the Third Eye Blind song that’s like “How’s it gonna be / when you don’t know me anymore?” and I guess the answer is like this.

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For more like this, check out “Rejected Titles (For what you’re about to read).”

Editor-in-chief @dosomething and freelancer about town. More at benkassoy.com.

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