Past Tense


Four a.m. I look out
at the half-pail-of-milk moon
listen to noises in the house
try and find you somewhere here
your clothes, your coat, in places you last left them
I wait, the dust continues to collect,
the multiple moon phases
the wind slaps against the house
your house really, it
sits uncomfortable now, mournful,
knowing all it does
the thin moon streams
through these windows
edged upon the surfaces of a room
maybe read to myself, one of your once books or
fast scratched down pieces of writing
your purse on a table
almost as if

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