I noticed
your toothbrush
missing and then
your razor and knew, finally,
I was to get my own.
You were gone, had left. This
evening I ate with no comment
the salmon
you usually cooked.
One wineglass on the drying rack.
I pictured you walking
the dog but the dog was here.
"We miss you," I said. "Oh,
really?" you said.
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