I keep making room for someone who is not coming back. 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. Her coat is still where she left it because moving it feels like agreeing with reality. I am still learning how to be one person in rooms built for two.
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