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2.24p Monday

It’s the too many moments the love seeps in again, crumpled like a blanket on our unmade bed.

Your pillows are absent of you now but picturing you on them swells my heart, eases all pains.

And a wonderful feeling to nap beside.

7.21a Thursday

Hello, splendid Morning.

Your pastel purple cloud hugging the hillside. Parallel to the geese flying in line low. Our to-do list chatter about groceries. The worn-out Pyrex sits on the counter. Forgotten from the dishwasher.
I put away everything I thought.
I thought wrongly.
It happens?
Yes, dear Morning.
It does.