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  • His suit is gone, the semblance of his body here.

    His guitar no longer rests in the corner. Do the harmonies we shared still echo somewhere out there?

    His painting was dusted out from beneath my bed and sent to LA for $170. I no longer sleep with your beautiful frame beneath me.

    And you took your mugs leaving big spaces on the shelf to be filled. But you forgot one.

    You left one? Our communion cup. The cup of our shared love.

    Did you take anything to remember me by?

    Though your things are gone I don't ever think you'll leave this place. This was our aquarium of love watered from above.

    Oh geez, really? You left your fishing pole.....
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