I. There was a watch. Black leather band, cracked and worn and fraying. at the buckle. The face was bruised and the minute hand shuddered around like a grotesque carousel.
Your hand struck my lip before I could move, before I knew you were moving, and the face shattered. Later I saw the watch laying prone on your nightstand. I took it to the toilet and watched it sink to the bottom. Then I flushed it down.
I do not know if you loved that watch but I remember watching you search for it.
