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You left your coat on my chair –
the blue one, sleeve splitting at the seam.
I don’t fix it. Maybe you never asked.
Saw you at the bodega counting change,
you laughed like I was still in the room.
Carry me – not in your pocket,
I’m not that small.
Carry me where your ribs remember breathing.
I’m the rain that soaks through paper –
I don’t wash off.
Your note’s still pale on the fridge.
Same milk, same chipped mug,
same boots by the door that aren’t mine.
I rearranged the furniture,
but my feet know your route –
past the park bench, past the corner
where I swallowed my voice whole.
I carry your half‑finished thoughts
like gravel in my shoe –
I’d rather limp than not feel you.
I tried the water, the walks, the sun,
but I got lost in the one face I kept looking for.
Keep me – not in your pocket,
keep me in the bone behind your heart,
where the ache lives.
I’ll stay not because you asked –
that’s what hearts do
when they’ve already given themselves away.
Keep me like a heartbeat you can’t unhear.
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