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He is compelled to return and close
the window, confused about whether he should.
Things are less clear since he lost her—
a hole has opened inside him.

Filling the hole exhausts him, as does
straightening fences, wiping window-glass,
cleaning edges, and watching for dust that
lures and confuses his memory.

Since losing her, even
his childhood seems a delusion.