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Aug 2011
Driving to your apartment
and waiting
for the call
“your daddy’s leaving”

and then you have to go across town
to your old house

might ***** your roommate while
we’re waiting
for you to come home

something like 2am
sopping in tears
when the call came
“your daddy’s leaving"

silence

I don’t think we believed,
but now we have to.
Mimi
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