Monday, May 11, 2015

Steve's House

As it rained outside, I rested my head on the cold glass of the patio door. I saw the chairs and table where Steve and I sat so often. I whispered to him how much I missed our times together, as though he is waiting somewhere just to hear my voice.

I realized sadly that I think of this house as still his and not mine. Even after 25 years, all the work I've done, money, decisions, it is still Steve's house. I wonder if that will ever change.

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