before the maid comes.
picking up towels and pants,
socks
and shoes, i find something
of yours.
i pick it up and stare at
it, remembering
how happy you were
when unwrapping
the small soft box.
the tears in your eyes.
i smile. i place it into a
drawer. perhaps i'll see
it again sometime.
and remember that moment
once more.
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