Overlays I. Even now, back in our old home, I move with the accumulation of our separateness-- I look over my shoulder for your clock in the bathroom I reach for our old silverware drawer in the kitchen, empty and still unused Even over in Aaron's apartment I moved with the same memory III. Thunder rumbles, dull, overhead Rain patterns on the roof I think of you, smile in the dark, and still love you-- even now, alone I wonder if this is peace?
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