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I cried.

I looked at the photos,

The Polaroids,

And I cried

And cried

And cried.

I couldn't feel anything.

My heart was bleeding

And I couldn't feel it.

I cried

Emotionless

Night fast approaching.

Sitting in chairs looking on at the mound of wood.

An elegant bird rising destined to fall.

Then a light.

Small yet growing fast.

Then in a second the bird catches.

It's always the goodbyes that are hardest

especially when you've gotten so close

after years of distance

it's worst when you don't end up getting to spend the time you wanted to spend with them

Summer always meant clear skies to me,

With a never-ending supply of sunshine,

And a night that would never arrive,

Where time is paused mid-afternoon,

And I'd bask under its rays lying on lush grass,

My neighbor is doing Duolingo across the street,

He’s in his sixties learning a new language

And I’m just eating leftovers, watching him,

Wondering if he’s practicing French for his husband.