Waiting Room
The worst of the season has passed. Now I just pray no surprises compound in the last days of the year.
This home just feels like Death's waiting room that gets emptier as all the people around me are the ones I love and they leave for a place I can't follow them when they're called and eventually I'll be alone because I know I'll be the last one summoned just so the ache of absence of a life once lived with some…
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