“In these days, Gray, empty, cold,

I am empty.

Like my wallet, like the sky, like my heart,

Empty.

And then memory pours in.

Peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate milk.

A flickering screen, laughing shadows cast over us.

A deck of cards.

Your laugh.

And the empty space is filled.

But the hole is there forever.”

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