You forced your face forward into mine with anger. I always loved it when you was angry your glasses raised with your eyebrows. I thought I could always tell when you fed me a lie.

You said ‘ I don’t love you’

I said ‘tell me again! look into my eyes if you mean it’

You said ‘ I DO NOT LOVE YOU’

I couldn’t even feel myself in the same room as you anymore. Couldn’t work out what precise day it was, year or time. I was confused, shocked and consumed by this hole beneath me.

You’ve been gone 3 years.

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