When it will hurt most

I already know when it is going to hurt the most.  I’ll sit in the closet and stare at the empty space. I will have one item left with your scent. I will sit there, hold it up against my chest, hold the scent against my skin, and weep about losing the love of my life.

 

You were the love of my life.

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