Sometimes I hear your name in the silences when I pray.
As though God is trying to say, "Its okay hold on to him"
I don't. I just let go.
I breathe heavy.
Heavy. Heavy. Heavy. Heavy.
Only on some days.
Only on the days when someone asks about us.
Then, I breathe Heavy.
Heavy. Heavy. Heavy. Heavy. Heavy.
So I stay in bed on those days.
So I stay in bed on those days.
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