Twenty-four days after your funeral.
I crossed the calendar date on my table.
The last day of April, I cradled the memories inside my arms; the ones in which we would laugh until we could not breathe, the slow and quiet days you spent at my place, the way you would glance at me and told me this is what you live for, the boring uneventful days when we would walk by the lake, watching the birds flew by. The last day of April, autumn season in which the leaves would crunch loudly under our steps. I held it inside me, I held onto it so tightly I could scream.
But no scream would ever make it stop.
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