Not a letter that smelled of roses
Or a shirt soaked in sweat
Ashes in a B&H cigarette pack, no
Surprise passes for a rock show
Or a promise of a Friday sleepover
Not a half sketched devious doe
Not the password to the mails
Not even the one that unlocks the phone
Not a picture framing togetherness
Or a body to hold and mourn
Not a goodbye note that mentioned love
Nor some blanks to fill
He left behind nothing but
An unpaid credit card bill
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