Overlapping, a year and a half apart -
but they tell the same story.
They say: visitor.
Visitor driving, racing in the rain.
Visitor in the lobby asking to be let in,
asking for answers slow to come.
They tell the date.
Dates that the memory will not hold.
Dates that are blurred and twisted into funny jokes,
the pain creating details of the jumbled mess.
They say her name.
A name picked out years before existence
A name freely given, bought by love.
one day to be unspoken.
They tell the story.
A story of heartache,fear, life and near death.
One that will be remembered for years,
forgotten within seconds. Two sides to each sticker,
Yellow flashes, the other sticks.
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