Drafts
Widower, wanderer
Recent posts
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Something beautiful
I went out for a walk tonight at 9 p.m. because I knew you wanted me to go see something beautiful. The stars were out, the moon shining, half-full, and there was barely any sound but the soft wind occasionally rustling through the trees. I gazed up at the sky so much my neck got the stretch of a lifetime. I kept using my arms, or my jacket hood, to block the streetlights and floodlights and every…
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The worst
No matter the situation, the time of day, the circumstances, the context, every single thing is now the worst. It’s the worst when I wake up without you. It’s the worst when I go to bed and you’re not there. It’s the worst when I have to make a decision alone. It’s the worst when I have to sort the pills myself. It’s the worst when I go to one of our favorite places solo. It’s the worst when it’s …
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Purple
Purple. Your favorite color. It was a fear of yours that you’d be reduced to your favorite color. I hope you felt honored and not oversimplified that I asked everyone to don that royal hue for your celebration of life. I requested fun earrings, too. I shared stories. There was music and crying and baja blast. No one could say that the most interesting thing about you was your love of purple. A sea…
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