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Poetry day 9 of 31, and we are ignoring that I skipped 8

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Do you ever wake up
with half a memory in your heart?
The sugar cube in the tea,
a thank-you card in the trash
a sick-sweet perfume,
something someone said once to you
it was important then, gone now
a few smiles from an older man
the way he put his watch on your wrist.
Do you ever wake up
reaching for a thread you can’t catch?
But you feel it in your…