or the empty bed.
It's not the quiet table
or the stripped closet.
I can stand losing the smell
of your shaving cream
or coffee in the morning.
Your mismatched sock
showing up at last
doesn't reduce me to tears.
You left and the house is empty.
You went and stripped my finger.
But I'm alright.
It's just that the only thing
that won't leave me alone
is loneliness
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