As if the rapture occured
and no object has been moved
I examine what you left
at your sudden departure;
no clue as to how you
actually felt about the half
finished letter or
the mostly eaten sandwich
left on the table.
The words scribed stop
just short of some cliff
and I wonder if the note
would have finished in
I love you had there been
only a moment more.
I sit in your chair to
soak up the last of your
earthly warmth in preparation
for the dead winter cold
and dark that will ensue.
Will it be enough for eternity?
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