he said
but his voice minded
very much, I thought
I don't mind except
I hear her voice more often now
than when I thought her with me
the wind brings it to me
the breeze whispers like she did
the pages of a book turn with her sigh
or, riffled, speak in her voice
telling me always how I will miss her
how her absence is a hole in my soul
other than that, I don't mind
she's gone, having a good time somewhere
probably dancing
listening to music and laughing
so often laughing
her eyes sparkling with a good wine
no thought for me, here, listening to her voice
except for that I don't mind
I don't mind
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