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Sep 2012
He moved
He is lost to me
Yet he is here
Haunting.

He follows me
with every screech
of chair and table
on tile floors.

He reminds me
with every ride
of the subway
as I search for him.

Physically, he has moved
just like
Physically, he wasn’t ever mine.

But

Emotionally, he is still here
just like
Emotionally, he was mine.

Our memories intertwined.
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