Last Girlfriend

This

summer I

didn’t go on a

vacation to Egypt with

my girlfriend. And we didn’t

take a cruise down the Nile. We didn’t

stand on the deck and lean up against the rails,

while the sun cast pink and orange rays across the rippling

waters. And on the third day, from the top of the highest Gizan monolith,

as the stars winked overhead, we didn’t have our first, passionate kiss. We didn’t

visit the great sphinx of Ramses and wonder why it had to be his nose. We didn’t walk hand-

in-hand into Tutankhamen’s tomb and touch the dust of distant dynasties.

In fact, we didn’t even see each other again.