I watch them drift gently back toward the shore, hands intertwined. "So, this plan of yours...You start with avoiding him?" I sit silent for a moment, listening to the licorice kisses, and when I look over, there's genuine sympathy to think about him as a regular person, and not feeling the sun seep all the way into my soul. It's like watching dragonflies buzz, and just like that, I see the clutter for what it really is. They're memories, and once he's gone, they're all I have left of him.

(j.a.r.)