(for MJ)
Traces of you remain
Scattered here and there
Your apple clock
Which once hung in your office
Now sits on my shelf
It ticks no longer
For you are not here
The little plastic ants
You left as a joke
Sit on my desk
They no longer bring laughter
For you are not here
The tea mug you gave me
On my last birthday
Empty now
No one to share tea with
For you are not here
All I have are these traces
These traces of you
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