they find, as he lies
in the long grass,
bleeding,
a watch around his wrist,
still keeping
time.
there are coins in his
pocket.
a list of what's needed
at the grocery
store.
there's a pen,
his keys to all his locks,
and a picture
of her,
his one true love,
yellowed
and wrinkled in his
emptied wallet.
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