I was falling asleep. Your uncopyrighted music was starting to fall on deaf ears and the rainbow crystals that made up your antique lamp were starting to blur together like watercolors.
Michael mouthed the words to your song into my ear like he spent all summer last summer with you in this room.
I did.
I stared at him. What did this mean?
The music, the lamp, algebra, your disease, running away, lying here with him.
What did all of it mean?
Michael stroked my hair and I felt like I was barely conscious enough to cherish the moment.
His fingers felt light, non-existent.
His fingers felt light and non-existent like you.
Where were you, I wondered as the music faded entirely and the rainbow in your room turned as black as the back of my eyelids.
Where were you, Valery?
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