I will be green wax paper, wrapped around roses
I will be music played/overplayed, repeated deeply into the night
I will be soft light from the next room and long shadows across the floor

then-
I will be notes stuck on the table
& bus stops not met
& phone messages that are silences, not voices
& a stack of clothes left outside the door
with a key

I'll see how it feels

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