My Friend's Story

The day Reese died, the world didn't stop. The sun still rose. Birds still sang. But my world collapsed. Reese was my best friend. It was the best time of my life. I remember the way they said my name like it was yesterday. Now I talk to Reese when I visit a rooftop. I know they can't hear me. But saying it out loud makes it feel real. Grief is love with nowhere to go.