The apartment begins to empty. You realize you never took any pictures of the home as it was. Now it is something different. Maybe you are, too.
I select books for the journey, piles of poetry, puzzles. A person begins to form behind my eyelids, not new, she is wholly familiar, I only lost her for a little while, only lost myself for a bit, but I know how to hear her now. Take down the structures piece by piece, pan for gold nuggets until you find the vein, unearth the parts until you can build the whole.
It's been a long time.
I am ready now.
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