A man sits
looking out a window.

He sits in a chair.

The window sits in a wall.

Looking out the window
he sees a yard
full of green grass
with trees casting shadows
and beyond,
a street.
But as he stares out at the world,
all he can see
are scenes from their past,

walking together in the dark
making dinner together in the kitchen
fucking with the passion of new love
sharing a smile at an inside joke.

Those images become
him driving away from her
tears being shed apart
words becoming poison.

Sadness fills him but
the times that he sees change
to the ones he holds closest to his heart.

The ones forever etched into
his mind,
of loving her and times of passion.

He remembers these as he stares
and smiles
and gives
his last breath.

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