I’m only this sick in the head
because I’m alone at night’s end.
The frigid bed sustaining my dead weight
conveys memories that scale the walls of sorrow,
rebounding off halls in an unencumbered
living room adorned with repositioned furniture
in a home that we were to own.
Had Beth not departed with him,
she’d never have forgotten what she had in me,
and why she’s standing next to me.

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