After he was gone,
After the accident,
It was the scattered
Things that hurt.
A list of things to do,
An empty beer can on the ledge
By the back door,
A pair of crumpled socks,
His sunglasses.
Oh my God forgive me.
We accepted life
So
Casually.
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