April 8th 2015

When you kissed me on my salty cheek on April 8th, I turned away and stared towards the city lights that shone like only future can.

The pain was eating me alive so I fed it with the words I swallowed.

We walked home in silence to the door step where I did not turn around.

Instead, I laid down on my tidy bed alone, between two folded blankets, like an unborn in her mother’s womb.

On that day I learnt what it was like to die.

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