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	2:19 am

		by Kevin S McFadden

and an alarm sounds. It's the very faint beep of an old watch I never wanted to wear and buried deep in one of my desk drawers

Ten times it sounded then was silent. I've been tossing and turning since 12:30- Thought about god, and love, and friendship. A mildly disappointing evening.

It was the first time I'd heard that watch since I received it one Christmas day (I believe from my father). Who knows why the alarm was set for 2:19 am when I

only hear it on these few sleepless nights, my mind unresting from the sights of your face, the smell of your perfume, and the feel of your head against my chest.

These . . . these precious memories are the minutiae of a mildly disappointing evening but oh so unforgettable. She drifted to her humble world and I

to insomnia. Maybe someday I'll meet her at 2:19 am, the time when forgotten gifts make themselves known, once again. For now, however, I only wish to sleep.

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