at 2am i found myself scrolling through 347 names and not a single one felt like a safe call, kind of funny how everyone you know can feel like a ghost when you just want to hear a voice, even if it’s the one you haven’t spoken to in years.
the fireworks outside sound like they’re preparing for war and my wife is in the other room asleep because if she heard me wake up swinging at the wall again she might actually decide to barricade herself from my dramatic post-combat reenactments, but how do you explain what you saw when all you have left are echoes of celebration drowning out your own private explosions.
i never thought watching her on a screen would feel like the end. sometimes i wonder if that stroke was a reminder that our time is finite, but i still choose to stay away.
i never thought watching her on a screen would feel like the end. sometimes i wonder if that stroke was a reminder that our time is finite, but i still choose to stay away.
got a letter from the hospital saying i owe them money for trying to save my partner, guess they figured saving lives is a luxury now, right, like they should’ve sent me a menu first, or maybe an installment plan for this delightful experience of loss.