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Here Comes Your Man

Songs transform life into a novel. They render what we have experienced beautiful or faraway. The beauty later sets off the pain when we hear them again. Annie Ernaux

“How many gin and tonics have you had?” he asked.
“Not nearly enough,” I said. It was at least five.
We hadn’t seen each other in over four years. The bar was crawling with groups of friends celebrating college graduations. Outside I could hear the Pixie’s song ‘Here Comes Your Man.’
I was sitting with co-workers from the coffee shop, talking about nothing and everything. It was a night filled with human intentions.
I sat down with my second drink and felt good. Someone made me laugh as I took a sip from my drink. I spit most of it out on the ground. As I pulled myself together, I looked up to watch more people filling the outdoor patio. Suddenly, I could feel my face become ghost heart cold.There was a brief moment of eye contact and my trembling hands made me look away.
“Are you ok?” she asked.
“No, I’m not,” I said. I reache…