And instead of the ground and leaves
I close my emails
And mail letters to faraway countries
Writing about the spring and summer
I open and read books I don’t plan on completing
Organizing my shelves for picture frames
Carefully winding the old watches each night
Completing a daily entry in my calendar
Drinking my morning tea
I’m preparing for a new year without you
Decades later I wonder if I’m successful
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