It was only on the day we were packing my belongings into
four cardboard boxes that I began to think about the magnets
affixed to the white exterior surface of our shared, and-yet-
not-quite-shared-anymore, refrigerator and whether they
were simply souvenirs you had purchased from your many
journeys to distant places or if they meant something more-
to you, that is, if they were gifts from family or all-too-carefully
chosen photographs of natural landmarks, of landmark moments
from a life you had already lived, from a time before the years
that your friends would come to label "b.h." - before him - and
after which I would be relegated to existing only as a footnote
in the pages of your life story or as the punchline of many jokes.
Whether they meant anything to you, I never asked, but for me
that day they were symbolic of our separation, our lives once
thought inextricably entwined, the ties unfurling like wedding
ribbon, untying like knots in frayed rope, unglued, unbonded.
I do not think you will mind, but I confess I stole one of the
magnets, on its face the Grand Canyon. Cliche, sure, but so were we.
Personal yet thought-provoking indeed. I, too, am happy to see this nominated. There's a lot of elements to this. Reminiscing and also wondering perhaps about the life this person will have after you. Are our own lives simpy collections of all the best memories or journeys? I sensed a bit of bitterness at the closing line but it made me smile a bit that you took that magnet, maybe for your own reason, and it kind of left me with a feeling that you're unapologetic for taking it.
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