The boy was there when the sun rose but he wasn’t there in the evening. The boy was there when the sun rose but she didn’t remember his name. When she listened to music, he was back, and only then did she know how much she had missed him. Again, she was a young woman sitting on her sofa listening to lute and guitar as the boy floated back to her. It was morning again, the sun was rising, but the curtains were drawn. The boy was a boy, and she was an old woman and this is how things were. None of it mattered anymore because everything mattered too much. It was if she could take a chance and win the boy back if she really wanted. She remembered all of this now—how he was too many things to her at once, and she had to let him go.
Meg Pokrass has been published in numerous anthologies and journals including New England Review, Wigleaf, Electric Literature, Five Points, and other places. She has published 10 books of fiction and prose poetry. Her newest full collection First Law of Holes: New and Selected Stories is from Dzanc Books.
First published in Rawhead.
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