5/17/08

The stifled air filled with dust,
The smell of sedentary living,
Her life was reduced, all of it.
The walls, her bones,
A stack of books, empty pill bottles.

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I’m feeling it today.  Missing her.  The emptiness of this apartment is feeling heavy and my footsteps on hardwood keep echoing down the hall.

I’ve let the sunlight fade through drawn curtains and kept the air conditioning on all hours of the night. She would have hated that, thinking it was unnecessary, calling me a wasteful penguin. 

And maybe I am one.  Maybe I do these things just to hear her say those things in my head.