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False Cathedrals

She placed her elbows
on the table
and leaned forward.
"After that
I would drink so much
that I wouldn't dream," she said.
I told her
she was being melodramatic,
although I knew
where she was coming from.
"It's funny," she said.
"You're either taking a beating
or handing one out."
I nodded.
Outside the leaves
were changing
from green to yellow,
the landscape had the look
where you knew it was cold.
The air crisp as bee stings.
"Want to go for a walk?" I asked.
She dipped her finger
into her coffee.
"There's no point to that now,
it's not going to save anything."
I looked out the window,
wondering what the air tasted like
at the end of the driveway.

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