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from the light under our doorway
I pictured you awake
perhaps beside your kettle
a pot of tea to make
or were you in your bathroom
striving to shave your legs
frowning in your mirror
or lonely within our bath

another door eased closed
shadows flickered by
maybe you were moving
into our bed nearby
I needed to gently hug you
to tell you
It’s okay
closing my eyes I whispered
stay just one more day