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left side
his wedding suit, charcoal pinstripe
slate blue business suit
navy jacket, no matching slacks
one tweed jacket, brown and pine green
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These suits, the dress shoes,
the waterproof rain pants, the silk
handkerchiefs, long underwear
What use have they now,
now his work is past,
his history misty and dissolving
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He breathes and moves
dressed in sweatpants, t-shirts
every garment labeled,
all stuffed in a narrow cabinet
next to a bed that goes up or down
the window there doesn’t open
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He won’t be in this house again
yet his clothes reside in the closet
insist on his absence with questions
that trap me between there and here
pressed dark and stifled
So very sad. Thinking of you both in a strange friendship. Judith
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