it was during fall, of course
amidst the swirling colors
of days toppling one over the other
the connecting blocks of the most
logical of puzzles like arms
around each other held firmly
not too tight, plenty
of breathing room
plenty of your friends
because plenty
was your ongoing supply
can you see yourself
in my words or detect
your smell in my yarns?
the realization you are gone
does little to remove you from
what little is left of this
music library with all your songs
somehow it doesn't surprise me
how soft your steel smile became
i hum and scream and wonder why
we never told each other
the real story of our shared fall
again the colors swirl
and whisper and trace
the fault lines of the bed
that exploded between us
i had no idea you'd leave
me shipwrecked and smiling
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