his sadness, feel the weight
of his
sorrow.
six years,
he says.
she's been gone that long.
i see her
cup
on the counter.
her yarn,
her seat on the sofa,
beside
his.
he hasn't moved on.
at night,
before
closing eyes,
he still leans over
to kiss
her.
but she's gone.
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