I keep making room for someone who is not coming back. I hate how much of love becomes passwords after death. I can keep the bills paid or I can breathe deeply, but not both on the same day. Her coat is still where she left it because moving it feels like agreeing with reality. I know all the account numbers now and I would trade every one of them for one more boring Tuesday. I miss being the second person in a private language. I am angry at every healthy person talking to me about efficiency. I can keep the bills paid or I can breathe deeply, but not both on the same day.
For my husband