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4:23 AM"I'm so sorry,"4:23 AM by Joanne-Goulty-Cullen
Your neck snaps up, desperate for the end of that sentence to change.
"She didn't make it."
Your carefully constructed defenses crumble:
Shoulders slump forward,
Eyes glaze over, sliding to the floor.
A low whine escapes you;
A momentary lapse before you rein yourself back in.
You take a deep breath, composing yourself before standing and facing the surgeon.
It's all you say, it's all there is to say.
You slip out into the night.
You throw yourself through darkened streets,
Mind racing at uncontrollable speeds.
You weren't there, no one can know you were there.
She could be nothing to you,
She was forbidden,
You're not allowed to be hers, nor she yours.
But you are intrinsically linked,
Unable to be truly separated, no matter how hard they try.
She completes you.
You fling yourself to a sudden stop, unable to stop thinking in the present tense.
The words you refused to hear earlier filter into your conscious thoughts:
"Her heart stopped at 4:23 AM, w
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