my neighbor (downstairs) grabbed my arm and asked me,
have I mourned the life I wouldn’t live, the life I once had?
We had just discovered that I was battling an autoimmune disorder
and her fight was with Chrone’s. She, 30 years older but our bodies eerile the same
asked, if I heard her crying at night, and if I had any ‘normal’ friends
left. I replied, no, I hadn't heard her, and yes, I do still have friends
she dismissed this, they will all leave you at some point, honey, they all do.
After an awkward hug and pat on the back, I found myself on the stairs
up towards my apartment, fiddling with my phone hoping for the cheerful ring
of a message, call, anything.
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