Once in this room, one afternoon
While rain water dripped at the window glass
And the room was deprived of daylight
I kept peering at the ceiling for no reason
Signs of you were in its every corner-
That small picture frame that kept your smile
Those piles of magazines you asked me
To buy regularly
That graffiti you wrote on the wall
With your lipstick
And the laptop full of logs
Of our chat when I was away
Today at 36 degrees Centigrade, I've got a box
I can't get myself to start filling up
-Resty Rivera
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