The Wall

The part I was not ready for was how ordinary everything stayed. I still reach for my phone before I remember there is no one to send the stupid little update to. 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. The house sounds wrong without her footsteps finding me. I am angry at every healthy person talking to me about efficiency. I was not prepared to become the only adult who remembers how the whole family machine worked. I was not prepared to become the only adult who remembers how the whole family machine worked.