Your shirt tucked into your belt
denim, faded blue
behind the buckle
just a little too much stomach
seen in a photo by mistake

I remember how I can’t
pat your belly there
feeling the rough soft fabric
and the living warmth
that was your body
when I loved you
before I was angry
before my regret
before you died

My eyes fell upon you
and brought my aching hands
to my shelterless face


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