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The Door

“…this empty cathedral, where your face stains the windows.”

The absurdity of loss. The uninterrupted moment of a physical ache in the abdomen, like the wound it is. Sometimes all you can do is take a breath in, and hold it. Count to five, and hope to God you can’t let it go.

Choices, choices, choices. Excuses, a day without meaning. Into the void. There’s nothing like the knowledge that another day has gone by, with no words, no calls, no little kisses. The guilt stacks up, the pain ravages another good memory. Your face is everywhere. Your scent is still wrapped in tear-soaked fabric, a door I can’t open and stays bitter. Eventually, everything beautiful lets go.

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