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Your scarf is folded by the doorway A leaf is caught beneath the frame The kettle clicks; I leave it waiting The room still holds your half-said name On the walk beside the river I count the boats that drift away The vending machine keeps humming Like it has something left to say October, take the long way home Past the shop where we bought pears I can almost hear you laughing In the sleeve I used to share If the cold comes soft and slowly Maybe I can let it stay I miss you in the small things That the season takes away The station clock is running seven Your old umbrella leans by mine I watch the gingko leaves turn yellow And let the train go by this time There’s a paper cup of coffee Cooling on the windowsill I keep setting out two spoons Though the second one stays still October, take the long way home Past the shop where we bought pears I can almost hear you laughing In the sleeve I used to share If the cold comes soft and slowly Maybe I can let it stay I miss you in the small things That the season takes away When spring comes, I’ll open the curtains Let the morning cross the floor But tonight I’ll leave the porch light For no one walking through the door October, take the long way home Past the shop where we bought pears I can almost hear you laughing In the sleeve I used to share If the cold comes soft and slowly I’ll be kind to what remains I miss you in the small things And the leaves along the lane