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A poem about a person.

She was splashed all over the pages
Like a suicide
Her business is yours now
You can read about her life
Mother, sister, wife

Her possessions are everywhere
They haunt my house
I don't know what to keep
There are things I need to throw out
I look at her clothes, her books, her music
Her jewellery, her bags, her computer
I can't use these.

None of these objects can answer my questions
They are only what she left behind
But still I search for answers-