100 Words

48. Loss
Once we loved each other, he thinks. That was when there was a then, now there’s just now. And now gets pretty crowded. There used to be space for love, space for the two of us and love. Things get complicated, and sometimes there seems scarce energy for much else. Even the words seem to take up too much space. I used to be able to just open my head and they’d scatter across the page. Somewhere I’d lost, or misplaced, that skill of racing along heedless of the editor’s voice telling me to stop, or at least slow down.

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