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Kenneth W. Anderson, Jr.
He tried to remember
the lines in her face.
Her closed eyes
spoke to him of silent moments
when they sat close,
slowly sinking
into the contours and crevices of upholstered hills.
Her thin hands wearily stretched
ready to pull him in,
saving him from the cold.
But the smile wasn’t hers.
Her lips did not move with gentleness,
the colour too bright.
His hands searched his pockets,
the small bit of linen
clung to his shaking fingers as he began to wipe.
She was in his bones.