It has been 2 months. It seems like a long time since he is gone.
I sometimes reach into my wound to feel the pain, just to make sure that he is not forgotten. Just to make sure that he is still in my heart.
It is like picking at a scab.
I think about the hospital visits. I looked at his video, to listen to his voice, to see him move.
I think about the time going forward without him. I think about all the things that we could do.
I miss him. I have to make sure that I still feel the pain. It is only 2 months, but it seems so long ago. Time seems stretched here.
I wish he is here.
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