I
watch you staring at the steam dancing above your morning coffee. I glared at
your cup as you pressed it against your purple lips. Hastily, the tiny red
veins in your face lighted up. You gave me a quick glance and stood up.
I
stared, just looking at you bare feet tread the wooden floor. You sat on your
chair again, tracing the brim of your cup. I smiled when I noticed steam coming
from another cup.
I
dragged myself out of bed, tiptoed to the table. You were writing now, clicking
and unclicking the pen on your left hand. I stretched my feet, they lightly
touched your cold toes. You slowly looked up at me and smiled.
I
tried to peek into your scribbles. But you pulled the papers away. I watch you
write so seriously, so confidently, like you were changing the world with every
word you write.
Then
you stopped, carefully laid the pen on the table and held my hand. I saw you
move your lips but no words would come out.
I
grabbed the piece of paper you were writing on, almost spilling your coffee. As
I read, I wept and woke up to my tears.
How
could you leave me, my darling? How could you leave this world? How could you
leave me all alone again?
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