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  • For a long time I would go to bed early
    hoping that I would return to the sensual dream
    certain that my dutiful rest would be rewarded
    with a sweet - not sobbing - shuddering awake
    I'd open my eyes and try to remember

    What last night I prayed I'd forget
    So much I remember, like how
    our cat slept curled up
    in the small of your back
    How you cried when happy
    and laughed when hurt
    And the sound of the door
    closing on the day you left

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