Arrhythmia

“Get up from bed, sweetie. We’ll practice some more songs, so hurry up,” he used to remind me while his arms were wrapped around me. He used to smell my strawberry-scented hair and he used to warm me up when I was cold. Yes, that ‘he’ is now in the past. A past that should be forgotten; a past that should be buried down the Earth’s crust. Way back then, he was my life but where is he now? Vonne, what would be life after you?