Lift the perfume

Lift the perfume, dust, put it back down.

Lift the box, dust, put it back down.

Lift the moisturizer, see her initials, freeze.

JS.

Just last week she was teasing me about cleaning our bedroom.

Well, my bedroom now.

Since the accident.

Not an accident, a stupid drunk drove into the side of the car.

The violent end replays in my mind.

My room is silent now. No more laughing. No more cuddling. No more urging me to clean up.

Just an alone silence. An empty room.

I put down the moisturizer.

Lift another perfume, dust, put it back down.

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