Adam & Macy | ✓

eleven

( written in macy's journal, by adam)

We spent the

Next day in

Her living room

And played Monopoly.

I wanted to

Let her win,

But she told me

To play as if

she wasn't sick.

So I beat her.

Multiple times.

Then we played

Some other games

I brought over

On her brothers'

Game console.

She didn't know how

To play, so I

Won those, too,

But it was okay.

After, we watched

Soap operas like

Sixty-four year old women.

I said,

I can't believe

Melanie would cheat

On Brian. Cheating

Is so, so rude.

She laughed and

Slipped her hand

Into mine,

Laying her head

On my shoulder,

Before falling asleep.

-

I suppose she

died right then,

But that she didn't

Feel any pain.

I imagine that

It was like

When you're on

The verge of

Falling asleep, but

It's nice because

You know that

What's coming soon

Is so glorious.

I think that she

watched my face,

From her spot in heaven,

As I realized

That she had left me.

At first, I tried

To shake her awake,

But then I pressed

my fingers to

her wrist and

Came back empty-handed.

I screamed.

I pulled her body

To my chest and

Cried for a

Very long time.

Her parents and brothers

Hugged me for

A full hour

And we all sobbed.

Why are you crying?

I imagine that

she called down to

All of us, but

I don't think

we quite heard her.

I am not sick

Anymore. I am not

Broken at all.

I'm healed, one

Piece, put back together

Like an intricate puzzle.

I am not broken,

But, sadly, now

All of you

Are broken instead.

-

I still haven't loved

Any other person,

even though I know

she wanted me

to move on.

I always had

Thoughts about her,

Reading our project

On Shakespeare over

And over again.

I like to think that

she always loved me,

And still will

When I die

As well.

Because I won't

Be sad, for

I will be with

her, and we

Will not be broken.

-fin-