351 days
it's been 351 days since i've seen the love of my life.
he's probably worried.
or maybe he's moved on.
i didn't want to leave him.
but i left.
i wonder if he's missed me, even a little bit.
after all, we haven't spoken in 352 days.
1 extra day for the day he was mad.
and the other 351 for the days i've been gone.
i'm outside our house.
i'm knocking on the door.
someone who isn't him answers.
she doesn't know who i am.
i tell her i'm dan.
i find out she's his girlfriend.
figures.
i go to my old job.
it's his job too.
i say hi to my old friends.
they tell me he's not there either.
they ask if i want them to call him.
i tell them no.
they do it anyway.
i leave.
i go to the cemetery.
they buried an empty casket.
i am not dead.
but low and behold, a gravestone with my name.
leigh daniel avidan.
me.
he finds me.
he is sad.
why is he sad when i am alive?
he's crying.
he's crying on my shoulder.
he holds me tight.
he's afraid i am going to disappear again.
i am.
he's happy.
without me.
goodbye.
Arin.
