Full at http://cheapmotelsandahotplate.org/2013/11/03/night-thoughts/


What happened to my mother’s dreams? And my father’s too? They’re gone, 
ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I see all the dead men and women walking 
arm in arm, talking, around the block near the old house. 
I walk with them. What are they saying?


“I didn’t think it would be like this, Mike.”


“I sat in the dark every morning and cried and prayed. I didn’t believe 
in it, but I allowed it anyway. Will God forgive me.”


“It hasn’t been a happy life, Michael.” . . .                                   
  
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