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I sit alone.

I sit alone
Looking at the unopened presents under the tree
Hearing the gentle stream of holiday music
Smelling the frosting on the uneaten cookies
Tasting the bitterness of my coffee
Replaying her last words
Just before she left my life
“I’m leaving you.”

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