January 2005 / Volume VI / Issue I
Justin Barrett

november morning

her side of
the bed is empty
and cold when you
wake up

the sun obliquely
rises over the
mountains to
the east.

in the bathroom
you find
her mirrored cabinet
cleaned out;
her ring
resting on the lip
of the sink.

no note.
no explanation.
no goodbye.

placing your hand
on top of the ring
you grip the
gelid porcelain
tightly.

your revolving
world begins
picking up
speed;

you feel
the seasons
changing
over.
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