Someday, when we sort through the house,
we'll find all the things he's hidden.
We'll find his phone.
We'll find his razor.
We'll find his photo wallet.
We'll find hidden batteries.
We'll find hidden pens.
We'll find his memory in hidden places,
and we will remember him.
And we will wish we could have
found him,
instead of his things.
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