You were lying in bed when I walked in your room to say hello. Your arms stretched over your eyes as if to ward off unwanted thoughts. I hesitated in the doorway for a moment that could only be seen by me. Those long frail arms shocked me; the outline of elbow against skin hurt me.
I see you.
I know that you will be leaving me soon and there’s so much I wish I could say, but I don’t have the right. I don’t have the right to remind you of something you doggedly avoid at all cost. I can’t tell you how much I’ll miss you because you won’t admit that you’re leaving.
So, I walked over to your side and leaned over and kissed your jutted out cheekbone and smiled for you just like I knew you needed me to.
I hope I can survive you.
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Your relationship with him is beautifully sad.
you both will survive in different ways.
Thanks Oshun Kunle for realizing that BOTH of us will survive. I want more for him than just existing. I want him to come back from oblivion with a voice.
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