April 2
My fingers freeze above the keyboard,
eyes frozen on the screen.
It's his birthday today.
The post flashed in front of my eyes multiple times,
I ignore it. Or try to.
I scroll down desperately, eager to push him
o u t
of my mind.
Yet, my mind and body betray me and I click on his profile.
Multiple friends had already posted on his wall,
and my fingers shake,
as if I were signing my name on the bottom of an important contract.
'Happy birthday :)' I type and my finger hovers on top of my mouse,
should I?
should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i should i
I click the bright red 'x' button,
and fall onto my arms, and sigh in defeat.
Maybe next year.
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Non-Fiction{ tales of a very nervous and confused girl } Nonfiction #231, 7.4.14