August 26, 2018
Your clothes lay in a pile on the floor of the room. They mirror me. I imagine you rummaging through them to find desired selections, leaving the remainders a limp and sprawling heap in the corner.
A familiar trailhead presents itself.
I wonder how fate is chosen.
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I wish you were here, my love
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As above below, I sleep with doors and windows open
room beside me
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