Rorschach

“What do you see here?”, he asked me.

Her.

I see her in places she has no business being.  Interpreting inkblots with no rhyme or reason, these images only hold the meaning she gave me.  Her shadows stain my life with the remnants of our memories.

There is no right or wrong answer.

Just her.

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