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I remember
the day her friend
passed away from an accident
we made love on the floor
and all those things we said
sounded so hollow
when the lights came on

off an embankment

heard her crying
in the bathroom
after midnight

I wrapped her in a warm sheet
held her on the bathroom tile
our heads crammed up against
the sink countertop

when the sheet went cold
the crying stopped
we made tea

watched the road from her porch