Today

Dear Joel,

There are all the yesterdays from when you were living. Now it has been more than two weeks since you died. More time than we’ve ever spent apart. But two weeks means nothing. There is just the time before and today. Today you are dead. Today I won’t hear your voice. Today I won’t feel your touch. Today you won’t put your arms around me. Today hurts.

Love,
Mary

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