CeNique Yeldell

4: 07am April 15th 2010

I woke up to what I thought was her laughter and the sound of her heels hitting the floor
But when I went upstairs a dozen pair of eyes looked into mine, red
Reminding me of the tears that I let soak into her hospital gown
the ones still staining my cheeks
It feels like she’s out running an errand, I’ll hear her call my grandpa’s name
any second now
I try touching the last words she wrote thinking I’ll remember
what the hand who wrote them felt like, but I can’t
I can’t find her scent a

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