I didn't lose you opening the door
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shocked by wallpaper shadows
where our wedding pictures used to smile down
over the missing couch that saw nights curled
naked under cover watching g-rated movies
bought for kids it seems we'll never have.
I didn't lose you eating curry noodles
rehydrated in cardboard boxes
you'd say looked like a Catholic hat,
or when I realized I drink glass-less now,
straight from liters, jugs, and bottles
as couple courtesy folds inward to vanish.
I lost you by telephone, alone
all apologies dead on trembling lips
listening to the tin-can sound.
your Bluetooth voice telling me
"I'm not available, please leave a message"
I decline, because you already have.
Smile if you're stupid,
laugh if you understand.