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My Glasses

"From a True Event... Perhaps this will be the last of these."

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Such a simple thing, almost beyond notice. I saw my glasses lying on the table.
My thoughts wandered to how they were always there as we exchanged our words.
Thousands, hundreds of thousands of words.

The first, tentative, flirting words in a chat room.
The light-hearted banter through email.
The growing frequency of "black boxes".
The many, many invocations of "our room" where we built our universe.
The growing ardor for one another flowing through these channels.

"We were there for all", my glasses remind me, as they rest, motionless.

They saw both mundane and life-changing events.
They saw tears on both sides of their lenses.
They saw laughter and smiles.
They saw love blossom and grow.

Then, they saw it end.

Looking at my glasses now, I wonder: why they are not broken - as is my heart?

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Written by lynnwitt
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