He remembered the headboard
his fingers tracing its filigree
in the occasional stillness

He remembered the chrysanthemums
molting on the windowsill
inhaling the incense of musky petals

He remembered the staccato
twilight rain upon shingle
ceaseless as the bed's ostinato

He remembered everything
except who he was with


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