Breathe out

I held her and said: "Everything's gonna be ok."
She sobbed: "I don't want you to remember what I'm going to say, although I know you will. Monsters don't know what ok means."

I was silent. Oh how I wish I could say you were wrong.
...but yes, I will remember. Even if I don't want to.

Her cigarette ashes are still in the ashtray.

Happy unicorns float around doing their sparkle dance and singing to me in high-pitched voices that everyone leaves, eventually, and so should I.

Cool