A coin in your tea drawer.
Your favorite cup.
A lonely, tired morning.
“I wish you were here.”
You walk into the kitchen,
slow to wake eyes and thick, messy hair,
like every morning.
We hug, like every morning.
It should feel good.
But, it isn’t true. It isn’t right.
This isn’t every morning.
I fracture.
“I love you. You don’t belong here. You belong in Heaven.”
My heart wrenches.
Wordlessly, a gentle kiss, you walk away.
This is real.
I’m on my hands and knees, forehead to the ground.
Tears and sobbing prayers
begging for mercy from this pain.
This pain is mine.
A special gift I don’t understand.
It makes me whole again.
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