Tim Hawkins __________________________________ The Goodbye Note So you don’t forget, Our time together has curled away from an enduring narrative arc. Does that make sense? I’m not quite sure how to put it, but from now on we should avoid whistling the same songs, crying through the same films, liking all the same books, beer and restaurants, sharing all the same old enthusiasms. Our time together should be forgotten like a flimsy alibi scribbled on greasy napkins, ignored like the inane melody haunting your morning, snubbed like the poor boy who loved your whole childhood, cast out sobbing like a demonic soliloquy into a herd of swine. Yours truly. 12_