one time I forgot my earrings
and wondered
how often they would come across your path--
that path
you walk alone
while in your cave
deep in your house
when I returned, my earrings had been moved
somewhere
less in the way
less-in-sight
my place is not to be under your bed-side light
and did I intentionally leave the card I made
behind your keyboard?
where you look to be alone.
did I hope I’d find a way in?...
to leave something
within
the place
you go...
to be
without?
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