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I know that face well
Your mouth to the side
like when you were little
gripping your father's leg
drowning in a crowd of cocktail dresses

Bones cast shadows on your face
I don't remember your arms this thin
But the freckles are all the same
The cluster on your wrist

So tell me what you thought about
when you saw
the crack of light
in the afternoon

I forget sometimes that you were there
with me, next to puddles in the parking lot
when we finally got what we wanted
and didn't want it anymore.