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Parts of Us

The crease in the bedspread, the fold in our pillows,
the bends in the doormat’s bristles, the off-angle shoe by the stairs.

The lip stain around a wine glass
and toothbrush borrowed, still damp.

Your tissue, scrunched, unfolds gently in 
the bin like a seed amongst pebbles.

It’s your cough in the air,
your hair in the shower.

You left an indentation,
a mould and mark of you

with handprints that cover the walls.
You’re in that paint and part of this plaster.

A door creaks and you’re the hinge.
An envelope drops through your mouth.

Your skin is in the dust floating,
awakened by a closing curtain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 4/30/2019 9:21:00 AM
so beautiful dear Thomas. You have such a way with words. Congrats and thank you for your participation in my contest. :)-luloo
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Date: 4/23/2019 12:19:00 PM
Can't say we don't leave an impression. Good poem. I liked it. Have a great day,
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