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interpretations of the fine print on a suicide pact

you left me here
all alone
you took all the pills
and left only one for me

this pill box
was our child
our secret
terrible child
and you left
and took him with you

I drove by your house today
and your light was off
and it hurt
and I felt empty
but your light was never on anyway.

there is an absence in you
a divine absence
one that cannot be filled
one that can only be patched over
and covered
and hidden
and stored away
like our pills

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