Fourteenth.

I shake you awake subah subah and tell you its fourteenth – you grunt something unintelligible and go right back sleeping.
The high doesn’t go down.
I pick up the cell and read your messages from another lifetime – one that passed just three months ago?
Fourteenth, three months back – subah subah – I don’t wake cause I never slept – stupid heart, wouldn’t slow down – embarrassing smile, couldn’t be wiped off.
The most hectic day ever – things to do and more – cartons to be packed – accounts to be closed – they all mumbled about me being too lazy to get it all done in time – grumbled about me making me run all around ‘THAT’ day.
So perfect – this & that – the dress, the jewels, the sparkle.
I became your wife – we couldn’t help but laugh gleefully on stage.
Offended old ladies, horrified khalaz
Haye! Why does it already feel like the something that happened ages, ages ago?