After a moment, I looked at his hands, in which he held his notebook. “I see you have your notebook at the ready. Are you writing something new?”
“Yes. Another poem.”
“Unfinished?”
“Yes, unfinished.”
“May I hear some of it?”
“Let love melt into memory and pain into songs. Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.”
I felt myself choke back a sob. “That’s so beautiful, Rabi. I can’t wait to hear the rest.”
“Someday, Miss. Someday.”
We said adieu - he specifically said, “Til we meet again,” and he disappeared down the hallway.
I walked out into the sunlight, brilliant now, shining all over my dark, dangerous city.
“Effie, can I do that someday?” I asked aloud. “Can I let love melt into memory and pain into songs?” I said aloud.
Wondering what new adventure I was getting myself into this time, I turned to start walking to St. Bart’s as the new ring of twelve pealed out from St. Paul’s.
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