I walked the ruins today. Your shadow was there, everywhere, threading, suffocating. A toxic gas from dying embers.
The boy at the coffee shop brought our standing order only to find out I was alone – he appeared pleased. For a split-second, I got angry. He offered to hang out sometime. It was awkward.
The girl sitting in the ticket box gave me an empathetic look when I asked for one movie ticket instead of our usual two.
Upon seeing the single-serving containers, the cashier at the local market reached out to stroke my arm then thought better of it.
The bartender asked for you then apologized, not knowing you’d moved on without me. We reminisced as if you were dead.
You’re not dead, are you?