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I can count the days

1/5/2017

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Five thousand, four hundred, and sixty nine days
I woke up next to you
Smelled your breath of warm milk
Heard you stir
Your breath quicken


I see photos of you
Of us
You never liked it
Always made a face
Unless I caught you unaware
Those were my favorites
You were my favorite
I was my least
But I tried


I can count the days I've seen you since
On one hand
Marveling at folded fingers
Marking milestones without you








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