Notes on the Table

I leave her notes in the morning
notes before I go
I couldn’t say everything
not if there was all the time
and I had all the words
in time

letters into words
lines into thoughts
a sketch of my love
a song from my heart

I leave her notes
of a morning
notes on the table
there at her place
edges aligned
with the corner of her desk

notes on drawing paper
cut from a pad
each a short flow of falling thought
a whisper before I go

I leave her notes in the morning
something of me
to remain

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