You left one red ale in my refrigerator.

Tucked under my red comforter, I drink it and think of you.

The eyelet lock hangs unused on my door frame; too much space in this bed.

I search for distraction in books and a beer. 

Outside my screen it’s all crickets, soft rain, trains. 

Do you hear the same, love?

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