God Called In Sick The Day You Left

 

If heaven keeps records of days, then that particular day must be marked in red. 

The sun rose late that morning. 

Dragged its feet across my room like Romeo suddenly understood what heartbreak meant.

Birds forgot their songs. The wind refused to move. Even time… time stood in the doorway, unsure whether to follow you or stay here and rot with me.

And me?

I broke in places only God knew existed.

Places I never named, places I never showed you, places that still echo your footsteps like a promise that turned into a lie. 

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