Distilling

They
brought
a box
by the house
the other day.
Your
“belongings”
from work.
Amazing,
isn’t it,
that
13 years
can
be distilled
into
one
box.
Ordinary
things,
a snapshot
of work life.
But
one
thing
brought me
to
my knees.
Three
pictures
of us
from your desk.
Oh,
my love.
They rest
next
to the bed now.
Somehow,
it brings
you
just
a little closer
at the loneliest time
of day.

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