The Love Room Lingers


You are still inside everything I do. Inside the bubble of my life, every hard, or strange, or happy, or curious thing. My mind—the data bank of keeping up with things—knows you’re gone. But my body, this map of my whole life, doesn’t believe it at all. Still leans your way. Such a marvelous pain. I don’t know if that will ever go away.

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