would have been one month since you’re gone.
I have no way of knowing when now.
Did you think it was better this way?
No lingering at the door, no burdensome goodbyes, perhaps a thud, an almost silent gasp to acknowledge death’s presence?
How about me, do I think it’s better this way? I saw myself watching no life creeping steadily at your father’s bed. …
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