your singing,  lullabye soft 

filled the air in the evening, 

mixing with the sounds of traffic below and your neighbor's opera records 


your clothes occupied every space in the apartment

dresses left in puddles on the floor 

heavy coats on chairs,  cashmere scarves on closet doors 


your reminder notes were posted

everywhere:  dashboard,  fridge door,   bathroom mirror

some for me - most for yourself  


your hands woke me, encouraged me, reassured me

my hands did nothing

to replace yours 

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