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  • The time between,

    after all is ready

    folded, stowed and packed,

    but before the final act

    last minute chores suddenly significant

    rinsing the glass before the grapefruit juice is done

    one last sweep

    claiming lingering essentials

    The sand we tracked in is all swept away

    passion’s moments cold and dim

    laughter stilled

    straighten, align, erase all trace

    all is tense and waiting to be sprung

    counting the ticks as

    last moments slip by

    until I close the door and stride away

    only memories and a lucky stone in my jacket pocket

    a chapter finished

    a season done

    just another holiday bagged and tagged

    soon the house will be dark and silent

    and the words unsaid

    will have drifted into the darker corners

    along with stray hairs

    and the button off my shirt

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