I imagine her
in the window, the light
on.
she's at her desk.
working.
glasses perched on her
nose.
pen in her mouth.
hands on a keyboard.
working.
taking small bites
of strawberries
she slic4e
early this morning.
she's not thinking of me.
is it the weekend yet.
has vacation
arrived.
will there be anything
left of
her candle
when it's my time
to light it
and make a fire.
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