I stood under the globe of the streetlamp, looking at its reflection on the water under the bridge. I could dimly make out the dark shadow that I knew must be me.
We had passed this way a million times before. I had proposed to you over in that park on the far bank. But I don’t know if I’d ever stopped and admired the city nightscape.
Not that I was enjoying it tonight.
What had gone wrong? The moving water didn’t answer.
With one last glance down, I headed on my way. I trust they won’t find your body.
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