8:35AM – Michelle Metje
Your alarm goes off every morning at 8:35
It was set for you to get up for work the last day of your life.
I can’t bring myself to turn it off.
I don’t want to.
I dread the day the watch battery dies.
Instead, every morning I stop what I’m doing and I talk to you.
Not out loud of course…
But inside my head.
I tell you I miss you.
I tell you I love you.
I ask you to send me someone
that might know what happened to you…
I beg you for a sign that this mystery will come to an end.
And then I listen…
But all I hear are the final chimes of your alarm.
You don’t answer me.
But tomorrow…
We will have this conversation again.
At 8:35AM.
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