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Chris/Grief - Tuesday, Jun. 15, 2021
Thursday, May. 06, 2021 @ 12:49 pm
After work, we climb. Cycling there and back. Chalk on my pants and my tank top.
Home, shower, and I put on a dress. Make myself a margarita.
The sun is setting. I put on a song that I have been listening to on repeat.
The lighting in the living room is dim. Freighter lights punctuate the inky harbour. I am happy. I turn up the volume on the stereo and sing and dance and feel free and utterly myself.
I look over at the couch. He is watching me.
He has heart eyes.
“You’re so cute,” he says. “And I can’t wait to take you dancing again.”