1. And my breath catches at the discovery that you still haunt these roads, and those.
2. But I curb the vagaries of thought and feeling; the heart is weakest where memory dictates.
3. Or I could have bought the old book of watches, the bag of coffee beans, the barely-touched Dostoyevsky volume.
4. Yet sunlight still slants sadly over my little shelf of books.
5. For much of this story is undone--locked inside drawers, shut behind doors, swept under rugs.
6. So the hours go by, sinking into slumbers.
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