she
scribbled frantically
as i
numbly made
coffee
we both
muttered
at each other
not to
when
i came home
her scribblings
were in an envelope
that smelled of
her perfume
this became the
last
trace of her
as far as
the rest of my existence
was concerned
whether
i
wanted it
to be that
way
or not.
Yup, just the right touch ….
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