Widowhood is a thousand practical tasks with a scream under them. 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 miss being the second person in a private language. The house sounds wrong without her footsteps finding me. The house sounds wrong without her footsteps finding me.
The Wall
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