the November
moon
remembered
to send the
letter
all I have left
with me
is an empty
suitcase
and a pouch of
rolling tobacco
lack of
something else
withdraw from
view
in order to
survive
where none of
the faces
are
recognizable anymore
trying to
remember still
the eyes I no
longer see
happiness
really never left
smile still
strong
even if no one
sees it…
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