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"You look like death," he said.
I am, he thought.
"You should eat," he told him. His gold was too bright for death's eyes.
I did, he thought. The grass was dead. He stood up straight.
"I miss when you talked," the sun said every day. "I miss when you laughed."
I miss when you laughed, he thought. I miss when I didn't have anything to say.
"Tell me you're awake."
You know I'm right here.
"Are you really here to stay?"
I haven't left, yet, have I?
The sun couldn't thrive in the death of the night.
"Your cousin came by. He asked if you're home."
Are you home? he thought. It doesn't seem that way.
Stop asking me to speak, he thought. You know it hurts my mind.
"I can't read your thoughts. I want you to read mine."
If marriage is forever, does that mean we have to die?
"I still love you. I love who you were."
I don't want you to die. I don't want to stay dead.
"When you get back your voice—"
It will never come back.
"—I hope we can fix this."
I hope you can move on.