Nov 2016

Why do you take beautiful things
and turn them into instruments
of sadness?

I.
Every winter
I become an answering machine
of unread messages.

II.
Why does it take so long
for me to remember that
the other side of the bed has been colder
for years?

III.
This sadness will last forever.
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