I saw the fading slogans of ever lasting love decorating the rusty railroad bridge in dare-devil spots.
I wondered about the people who wrote them, 10, 15, 20 years ago.
I wondered if they still remembered.
I thought of you and I wondered if our brief encounters were like those slogans, thrown up in a momentary abandon, left like relics for future lovers to find and wonder over.
"Brief Encounters (Sept 5, 2000)"
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