As the sun streaks
Through unrepentant windows
One morning following storm
You will see fog’s reminders
Chiffon dress, carpet’s imprint
Footprints in well past bedroom’s door
Wineglass by the bedside
With wide vanilla mouth
Her shadow, her hair
Her station in stereo
Her music exhaled
Her dreams dancing over the air
Her name in the curtains
Her pain on bent elbow
Her feeling dispersed everywhere
You feel every atom that makes up her dew
But you will not see
Her there
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