Little things, over many years,
to avoid that desert of absence -
being there, once a week,
like we used to be, I think -
nothing more might have
been needed to raise your face
and make you talk more yesterday,
little things, and me unmooring
myself from the weight of
loss, so as not to lose you, J.
27.07.2023
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