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.