Mercy

Months, it's been months.
And I'm supposed to believe that I'm okay?
That I don't miss you.
Why would I lie to myself?
Why would I pretend losing you didn't break me?

Didn't shatter me.

In pieces?

It's been months, yes.

Imagine how it will be in years.

Ha ha ha!

Are we counting dog years?

I should have written this sooner,
one month ago, to be exact.

I was busy.

I only hope you forgive me.

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