11 November

It sleeps between us,
slipping out of bed unnoticed,
exposing my legs to the bitter air
of memory.

If I could just bring it out,
turn it over,
and have him label it,
then we could set it aside.

But it remains
hidden under the covers,
leaving me cold.

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