Today, I spoke to no one.
The fire was the only one making conversation,67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeiH3o8MIzQ
but it stuttered—forgetful, flickering,67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYwdIZ7plcO
unsure if it was still supposed to burn.
I rearranged the bottles behind the bar.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡED8S3Gj6Sa
Not to clean. Not to organize.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPylsMhe0lq
Just to see if they would sound different when touched.
One of them did.
It rang like a bell in water.
I picked it up, opened it.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqlAXERQGr6
Empty.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEabrOf67UV
But the scent inside was
...what was it?
I cannot recall now.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBIIokRENHD
And I’m afraid if I try, something else will fall out of my head instead.
There are cracks forming in the shape of thoughts I used to have.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtI0xjitCF7
Maybe too many stories have nested in my mind.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVJhd6LZ6dw
Maybe I should throw some out.
But which ones?
If I forget one guest, does that count as a Second Death?
I’ll sleep beside the hearth tonight.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7I1WuwpsLX
Maybe it remembers for me.
