I slept alone. I know it, because I don't feel your breath on the pillow next to me.
I ate dinner yesterday, alone. I know it because there's only one set of dirty plates left.
They didn't deliver the newspapers. Well, maybe they did, but you didn't take them. I know it, because your hands don't smell like fresh paperprint.
You didn't bring me flowers yesterday. I know it, because the vase is empty.
We didn't talk so much yesterday. I know it, because the ashtray is empty.
You committed a suicide yesterday.
I know it because of the silence.
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