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[Rudimentary Rationale]
4/27/16

The protruding bones of our empty home
resemble a foundation years passed nourishment,
years passed stability, and years passed contentment.

Yet, his smell still lingers here;

the smell of storage units, of empty boxes
sitting in separate states longing to recuperate,
of late afternoon car rides with the windows down,
of dizzy winter mornings spent trying to self-medicate

Somewhere in the midst of packing and unpacking
our sense of belonging, I realized, a few hours too late,
I must have left it to decay in one of the makeshift homes
forever haunted by our past emotional poverty.