I see you have been and gone.
Such a small space between
your being here and having
been, just the bedroom door
ajar, and in the kitchen
the kettle and your cup still
warm. You forgot
your umbrella, and now it has begun
to rain. In my mind I see you
turn and look back over your shoulder
towards this room, your
umbrella and me holding on
to it.
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