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The Day You Died

I was in a shock, I think.

 

Holding the phone to my ear

With one hand,

I ironed the same dress

For an hour,

Until I saw the holes

Burnt through the fabric,

Much like my heart.

 

No, I don’t love you anymore.

I had that sorted out long back.

Until Now.

 

I sat down

On the pile of ironed clothes

And stayed there for another hour

Still clutching the phone

Close to my heart.

Waiting for something… someone…

 

No, I don’t love you anymore.

I had that sorted out long back.

Until Now.

 

Someone called, not sure who,

Confirming what I already knew.

“Of course, I am fine.

I got over him.”

 

I called my new love

To share what I felt.

“Of course, I’m fine.

I got over him.”

 

Of course, I don’t love you anymore.

I had that sorted out long back.

Until Now.

 

Not sure if I ate that night,

Not sure how I got to bed.

Not sure if I cried.

But I remember

Turning over my wet pillow

In the middle of the night,

The day you died.

-Dedicated to the one ‘I didn’t love anymore’ until the day he died

Author:

I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at shailygrwl@gmail.com or through my Facebook page facebook.com/shailyagrawalwrites/

4 thoughts on “The Day You Died

    1. Thanks Elizabeth! I wrote this because it had been 7 years and the day still haunted me. I never admitted the pain to anyone before. It had to come out.

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