#Poem an overnight stop

Only an overnight stop, I thought
as I thumbed through your books
and studied pictures on your wall
I was there, stop-framed

I sat at the table
You rested your hand on my shoulder
and later, your head on my chest
You touched water to my lips

You spilled a bottle of ink
on the sheet and mattress
It’s dry now
it will never wash out

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