We saw him coming.
His slow heavy footsteps we ignored as best as we could.
The Day that separates us.
Interrupting our bliss like the rude with no tact.
Like ignoring death and appreciating the few moments left before its cold grasp squeezes the last of life from one's neck.
We used our weakening breaths for whatever moments we could squeeze in before he'd come and part us with his smelly, scabby hands.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, I guess.
We laughed, we cried, we played, we sat, we cooked, we cleaned, we smiled, we frowned, we found a love in the other in those last moments.
And then he came.
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