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Jun 6
Your coffee rings still
stain
the kitchen counter.

Pinned maps
of the vacation
we never took
         hang
                             crooked
  now.

Our pictures on the wall.
Shrines
to what we once
were.

I hold your forgotten
t-shirt —
this stubborn map
of you.

My fingers hover over
the 'send' button,
before
falling
into
my
lap.

Night seeps through
these windows
and your memory
burns.

Flashing
like
broken
film.
Written by
Steve Souza  M/pittsburgh
(M/pittsburgh)   
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