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Here the riches of my kingdom:
an error in the heat
of candles, or the tap of neat
skinny heels on sidewalk.

Here the flame of what remains
when the you said, he said back
drops to dead air, dead weight,
autumn leaves, all that.

You find between the promise
and what was kept of it
lies the gap
the one you wept for

where all you knew was the candle.
the kingdom empty of him
and on the sidewalk outside
a stranger’s heel, tapping.

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