Acknowledge my toothy grin, my flat nose and broad bridge. Nod yes to my question. Watch as I walk and turn around as I call. I kneel before you and pet your dog. Behind the ears and on his chest. He twists around us and tangles three ankles in his gingham leash. Undone, we’re released and continue on the march. It’s done.

Remember my smile, my scent throughout the day. The ease of my bounce, the gratitude in my eyes. Inundate yourself with manufactured moments of our chance encounters, our fabled life together, the Tudor and triplets and aged canine smartly sitting on our bed.

Forget to ask my name. Forget what I said. Remember only the feeling left behind.

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