Title: Six Months
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The third month is sleeping peacefully.
It's hearing the garage door open and you wonder if the demon came early.
It's grabbing a gun from the nightstand – because even though you're dying, you still hope to live for a little while.
The third month is finding that woman in your hallway.
It's putting the gun on safety and leaving on the kitchen counter as she sits down. Jeez, you scared me. I didn't know who it was.
It's turning around to say something else and suddenly her lips are on yours and you're pinned to the counter.
It's picking her up and heading to the bedroom, but you only make it to the couch.
The third month is being happy your wife came back to you because without her, you're not sure what you'd do.
It's Sara's and Sam's and I love you's and don't leave me's all night.
The third month is the next morning as you wake up and roll over and… there she is. Always.