what scared me the most was my unfeeling response: “he’s long gone, it’s done.”
the place was devoid of people and I was there staring at the dead. ~been having strange recurring dreams lately. I’ve decided to tell them through haikus.
2 She ignores the overwhelming pain that grips her heart as soon as she hears the news. He’s dead. The man behind the counter, always ready to greet her with a smile when she orders the usual (a cup of coffee with two teaspoons of sugar and a teaspoon of cream, extra hot), is gone. […]
She saw them all. Her parents, first of all, were sporting faux tears and red noses, in front, leading the long line. They were locked in a tight embrace, a hypocrisy she has always been familiar with. They were also whispering words of love like they have never shouted at each other till their throats […]