Memoir

I wake up with love and loathe.

I wake up wondering who would bring me another casserole, or whose apology I should listen to, or whom I should wrap in another embrace among these people who loved you.

I wish I don’t have to.

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I wish I am also able to grieve you. But how can I?

You still lay beside me as I close my eyes. You’re still at your seat during dinner. You’re still yelling at the TV because your team is losing. You’re still at work, and you’re still driving home to me.

I still see you. I hear you and feel you, and once again, wake up with love and loathe.

I wake up with you and the wish to grieve you.