4. I am writing this in the dark
Did she lock it? Or was it locked?
My life has changed since we last spoke.
No resting. No tuning.
But I want to keep the room, and the chair.
We loved blue.
That’s intimacy, isn’t it?
She was always happy.
I’ve been thinking
of Thoreau, and feeling the desire to walk.
To walk for hours a day, as we used to.
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