People keep saying I am doing great like they cannot see the ash on me. I still reach for my phone before I remember there is no one to send the stupid little update to. The grocery store is full of items that still belong to a life with two adults making plans. I hate how much of love becomes passwords after death. I do not need perspective. I need reversal.
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