Celebrations highlight your absence.
I don't know if that is because the last day I saw you alive was June 10, 2011. Maybe it is.
These cycles--they come and go. The knotted stomach, and then. Tears. Buckets of them. Then the sore throat. And then the sleep.
Graduations. Birthday. Holidays. Sundays. Mondays. Every day.
I miss you.
I love you every day.
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