The bed still looks like a sentence missing half its meaning. I hate how much of love becomes passwords after death. Her coat is still where she left it because moving it feels like agreeing with reality. I was not prepared to become the only adult who remembers how the whole family machine worked. Some nights I replay the last normal day because it is the only place my body still believes in.
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