no comfort

when I move my foot over even a few inches, it’s just cold. I wake and immediately feel alone.

yesterday, I woke crying. I don’t know how long I’d been crying. that was weird.

I told someone the other day that I remember this part … the not being able to leave my tiny corner. huddling for comfort on my side of the bed.

I washed the sheets.

they were the last thing in this house to smell of you.

 

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