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Mar 2012
and I am drinking the wine I bought for you,
and never gave you.
I am watching the flowers
I never gave you, wilt.

I said I would love you,
no matter what.
I meant it, then.

I still do,
but you do not know that.

The windows are open in the sunroom,
where you never sat.

I am slowly becoming more comfortable
being without you.

Slowly.
JM
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