I saw you crying from the doorway
I was years and miles away
I was taken; you had aged
You held nothing in your hands
And you curled up like the child
That we never thought to have
My throat cringed
And I had to sleep
When I woke you were returning
from the market
You'd fixed your hair
And you told me about your coupons
and who you ran into on the line
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