or not

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.

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