out the last box of clothes
and shoes.
i find one
last slipper in back
of the closet.
it must have fallen
behind
the dresser.
it's old, covered in
dust,
but thick and fluffy,
curled to that last foot
it held.
how he must have searched
for that slipper
when the nights
grew cold.
living years with just
the left
slipper to warm
his toes.
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