Susan MacWilliam, Where are the Dead, 2013 (Neon)
Source: 7while23
It’s early, overcast; no sign of the sun today, the clouds are brooding. I miss yesterday. We meet at our normal table, for a quick coffee before the day begins. She’s smiling, happy, her eyes sparkling as usual, hiding a sadness that we’ve only spoken of twice. I don’t bring it up, I don’t know...
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Every piece of me is hurting, every part of me is screaming out your name And maybe I’m the one to blame Should have felt it in the way you held me Should have realized it’s not the same today—yet maybe I’m the one to blame I’m the winner of a losing game The winner of a losing game