Last One at the Party

by Bethany Clift

If I had known that they would be my last, I would have chosen them a bit more carefully.

Well if this wouldnt be me.

No one wanted to make any of the mistakes that happened in 2020.

No tories having parties?!

What were my politics? Why did I wear make-up? Did I wear skirts because I wanted to, or because that was what was expected of me?

Girrrrl same

bought a TV licence.

People still do this?!

When I was with him I didn’t have to think about me because I was too busy thinking about him. When I was with him,

I feel ya

And, in the end, I was with him for ever. It was just his for ever, not mine.

Crying already. Worst fear.

Before I left the room, I put the clock forward ten minutes.

This small sentence is just 'chefs kiss'

Loneliness. That’s worst thing in the world.

Word

my constant companion with his big, doggy grin permanently plastered to his face. He sleeps on my bed at night and wakes with me in the morning. He sits on my lap when I cry and licks away tears from my cheeks with his stinking, rough tongue. He is often the only reason I get out of bed. My heart lifts when I see him, and his warmth, weight and smell calm me whenever he is near. He has shown me more love than I have received from some of my human relationships, and I would be lost without him.

I love my boy, Patch so so much xxx

I was a blank shape. A now-empty blank shape lying in a space on our bed. Doing and feeling nothing.

Exactly how i felt when i lost my mum. Literally blank, empty, void.