On August 31, we marked two years since we slept together.
On September 1, we marked two years since you went into the hospital.
Today, September 4, marks two years since you went into surgery. Two years since I last heard your voice. Two years since I last kissed you.
September 9 is looming. Two years since that phone call. Two years since we said goodbye in the intensive care unit, your body vacant, your love still holding us up.
On some days, you still feel so incredibly present, still a part of me.
On some days, I feel so alone I can scarcely bear it.
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