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Ha.  Would ya look at that.

There is actually order among

  all this damned disorder.

See the pie shells

  sitting neatly

  in their wrapper amongst

  all the clutter.

Everything brings me back to you.

We hand an understanding,

  you and I,

to always be there for one another

when no one else was.

It wasn't that long ago that

I told you goodbye

for the last time.

Something I didn't want to do,

but had to do.

The whole order and disorder thing.

The cool whip that you left

  sitting on the kitchen counter

  is beginning to thaw,

so I put it away in the freezer.

Small little memories

that you left behind,

that I don't want to rid myself of,



    BUT MUST.



And I glance around the kitchen

Where you and I shared many

  deep conversations,

and begin the task

of cleaning up this mess.