I find it easier each day
not to wonder
what you want me to do with the piano.
I put your pillow away in the closet
and have decided to ignore your gardening clothes
outside the back door
I wish your car wasn't such a bright yellow
and that seeing you drive down the road didn't
set me back a day every time
There are moments lately
where I genuinely wish you well and
hope you find peace
But they don't last very long.
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