this morning i added
a radio to the
computer, files, letters, notebook,
pens, not to mention
the books -
a novel, poetry, dictionary, erotica -
bookmarks float about
surprising me under the covers
my old self lingers
some nights I hold her
we think the bed is not so empty
nevertheless, she fades
folds into me
I know I will not miss her
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