Unbidden
Tonight, unbidden, I thought of the Sunday night in August he walked here after he was done with work. I waited for him outside. It is not August anymore either by the calendar or in my life but, when I took my little dog out for his evening walk, I could feel him in the darkness of the cool, November night. I looked for him but I could not see him. We had no DVD player but I had an unopened bottle of bourbon-barrel aged tequila. After he left the next morning, less than half of the liquid remained in the bottle sitting on the floor by the couch. We did not sit on the floor by the couch. We sat on the couch. I remember thinking I did not want to drink at all but I could not process the fact that he actually showed up. I needed a crutch and a couple shots of tequila was that.
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