Poem: Even Made

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Even Made

Even made,
hours after you have left to begin your day,
I smell your perfume.
I hear your voice.
I bask in your love, an expected grace
in this time of madness.

About this poem

She left for work just a few hours ago. I miss her.

Just call me a sap. An old one.

Tom

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