‘Til death

My mother doesn’t believe me. How I see you at night in that instant before my eyes adjust to the dark. I didn’t open the window. I didn’t move that chair.

“Don’t leave me,” I had begged, graveside. It is just like you, you bastard, to listen this time.


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