'Til Death Do You Part

May 29, 2008
By Mallory Zimmermann, Hartland, WI

I roll over and watch you sleep. Your hair fans out over the pillow like a halo.
It’s only been days since our intimacy began, but I love you so much. I kiss you lightly (you do not wake).
When I make breakfast, I set the table with one plate.
I wish you weren’t dead.

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