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Necessity
The bricks are freckled with sentiment and
when you were here, they were pinker but now
dirt has settled to stay in my home
but how do i know? my fingers reach toward light and
finding none, toward a switch but in the absence of
fluorescence i am brought once again to believe in the
necessity of the sun
you are gone as well, and without a switch
you look like black letters in envelopes parading insensitively
through my eyes as your fingers search for Colorado
but mine are still here and growing colder despite the
seventy degrees in California
more than you have but i am less than you wanted
your eyes are papier-mâché, crumpled up
newspapers with
obituaries of our memories
stamped, sealed, and sent off
to London, maybe—you said one day we’d go and ninety-seven
days later it turned into never
my fingers pull apart the sodden pages
and hang them up like the tilting question marks you left
unresolved
the pages dry and stiffen up, glue residue hardening the edges
they’re unreadable now.
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