I took what was left and wrapped it up in crumpled paper. It was all I could find because everything else was gone. I walked to the bridge, down that little trail off of Bergam, and dropped it into the water.
“Gone,” I said to it as it floated away. “You are gone.” I didn’t say what I wanted to say -- “Take me with you.” It was a favor I had no right to ask. For someone else, perhaps, it was the right request. But not for me. I was never something that could keep you here.
Good-bye, then.
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