tv static.
steaming mug on the table.
remote thrown carelessly onto the sofa.
phone ringing.
half eaten sandwich.
footprints.
door unlocked and ajar.
empty house.
eerie silence.
this is the home i left
and now i return broken.
moments before,
riding in the back of the ambulance,
the smell of cold cuts and earl grey on her breath
she whispered to me
"all i want to do right now is watch my show
and drink my tea."
i said
"i promise you,
baby girl,
you will.
just stay awake for me."
i didn't know at the time
that that was a lie.
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