one down, a million to go

She can only
Let go
One

volume.
One

color.
One

photo.
One

Cobwebby corner .
One

pillow that still is of him.
Each day
She slashes
away
another.
One

anniversary
Day.
One

favorite
Refrain from her ipod.
Just another track.
One

Old shirt to the trash.
She’s sure it’s working.
Absolutely sure.

Until her car
Heads
West
Ward.

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