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In Fall

I’ve begun to notice
Your names everywhere.
One of you lives in that book on the counter, about half way through.
The other repeats in a song that I play
Over and over,
Sleepy Monday mornings.
Intimacy comes in
Almost too many forms
We forget ourselves until one day
We look up and we are attached
Without permission.

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