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14th January, 22h02

What time zone is this? Fourteen days have escaped my grasp. The memory of you, the loss of you, separation from you is so present, yet I can also call it past. How can I lie in the same positions, wear the same shoes or preggy clothes, sit in the same chair, walk through the same house, when nothing is the same without you?

Everything has changed since you. I do not feel the same, breathe the same, think the same, see things in the same way. The only consistent element is your silence, your absence and the thin line of events that mark my mental calendar, the sudden fall from joyful anticipation to sorrow-filled waiting.