i am reminded of you
in the overlooked
in the mundane
in the gentle banging
of our laundry machine
noisily washing our clothes
in the tapping of water
on last night’s dinnerware
that you forgot to wash
in the uneven warmth
of our bed’s duvets
as you’ve rolled yourself up in it
you are part of the world
and thus the mundane world
is now made beautiful
everything reminds me of you
so much so that if you were to disappear
everything would cease to exist
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