in the town i see
the small cafe table
where we ate lunch
one sunny weekend.
i sit in the same
row at the theaters,
the same seat where
you leaned on me.
i stalk the same
grocery aisles
that we browsed
hundreds of times.
there is barely
a place to shop or eat
that you don't show up
in bittersweet memories.
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