today.

i 

am

angry.

there. i said it.  I am uncertain to why, but it is overwhelming…. my thoughts are cluttered with you and I want you to go away.  I want so badly to purge the part of my memory in which you still hold court.  I keep getting these flashes of you, of your face and your anger.

they posted photos of your funeral on facebook.  exactly how wierd have people gotten?  So I sat here, and stared at them, at the box that had become your prison.  At the box that held my closure.  i sat and stared at it.. i didnt want to… 

but i did. 

i still can’t believe it is over.

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