too

Still here.
You too.

There was one you that left. Negative space. I worried it like a kid who’d lost a tooth. Felt the missing piece of me.

But you’re still here. You’ve been here all along with your arm to lean on, and a sigh that wishes I’d take care of myself a bit more. You brought pie. You brought me flowers. You refused to imagine the world without me. You have loved me and always will.

All this day to day is ephemeral. Apparently, I am too.
But
Still here.
You too.

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