My Last Day
I rode my bike, wore a helmet and looked both ways.
I harbored secrets.
I ate healthy.
I was unkind.
I cleaned the house.
I was encouraging and supportive.
I went to the gym.
I was happy with a modest lunch.
I worried and cried a little.
I made a pie from scatch.
I danced and sang.
I thought everything was going to hell.
I thought everything was going to be just fine.
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