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the yellow lights
hum a gentle song
that reminds me
of you

your skin colored with honey
and warm sugar
lingers with
a scent of lavender

your puzzle books
are left behind
with your handwriting
smudged in black ink
left in my drawer

the table is left with
the coloring books
and graded papers
we shared
as we played pretend

you hold my hand,
now bigger than yours,
as i nap alongside
the gentle rhythm
of your breathing

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