Shirts, shoes
and her shawl
Cassettes, cards
and the alarm clock
Almost all her belongings
I gave away
Yet
sometimes
I look for
her minute presences-
An eyelash on my pillow,
A hair on her comb
A touch on our curtain
A scribble on a book..
The slightest anything
To alter the truth
that she is
no more....
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