the house left
as it was
when she
departed. her
purse on
the chair.
the lone plant
leaning towards
sunlight.
a dish in
the sink.
the sofa, with
a pillow
just so,
remembering
her weight
and curve
of her.
everything
waiting as
if she'll
be right back.
nothing
changed.
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