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Jan 2013
I invited you over for tea
and when I saw that face, that beard
I noticed how you forgot something at home this morning...
when I made you coffee, and sent you off to work.

Maybe you brought it with you when we kissed goodbye
but twelve hours later, it disappeared.
I know the girls at work didn't ****** it up
and keep it for themselves, although they would have loved to if they could.
I try to tell myself that it didn't fall away once the door closed, and I got my day started.

I think to myself "Maybe I can put it back on you, and make it appear"
but everything I say or do has no lasting affect.
I catch glimpses of it from my peripheral, blurred vision.
And then, in the darkness of night,
it is _ _ _ _.
        (gone)
P Chartier
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P Chartier  New York
(New York)   
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