What’s left at the end of everyday,
When lonesome
Does not equate
But is instead left reeling
Unto whispers
Of forgotten dreams
And absent
Right-hands
That otherwise steer with
Order.
Obtuse universe,
Without you here;
Glimpses and piers,
I felt inundated without you,
Every moment
A forget-me-not
Plucked to remember the seconds
Of all that
I had held
And had lost
Without you in my sight.
We had our coffee.
I snickered in the corner
While you were on the phone.
And you laughed at my financial advice
While we steered buckets into fruition
Hoping of all our sacrifices;
Love stands the test of time.
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