cursive

it isn’t clear to me which of us escaped, but nathan came to sit with me this morning as i was writing a letter. just before succumbing to the sadness he put his arm around me and laid his head on my shoulder. putting the pen down i reached up to touch his head and whispered, “i miss you”. it felt to have lasted for hours but was only seconds. the sadness didn’t leave, but i didn’t succumb to it.

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