Clean Up, Aisle 3

“How are you holding up?” They ask, hopeful my answer will ease their own worried minds.

“I’m hanging in there.” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, lips turned upward into a smile. 

Reality can be such a difficult burden to bear. 

In truth, even the grocery store feels like a graveyard now. 

All those aisles, filled with so much empty promise. 

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