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Since you moved, I've come to re-learn
the quiet of no one else in the house,
of fresh air through the open window
while I sleep;
but only recently have I felt
the restlessness that sometimes held you
in the dark,
by the open window.
I felt this and stayed
beneath the cover,
deferring to ... I don´t know what.
The heaviness of sleep,
the coolness of night, the ambivalence
of fading emotion?
The book of a young woman…
dried rose petals,
A Case for the Idols