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[Gosto desse poema de Raymond Carver.]

Where They'd Lived

Everywhere he went that day

he walked in his own past.

Kicked through piles of memories.

Looked through windows

that no longer belonged to him.

Work and poverty and short change.

In those days they'd lived by their wills,

determined to be invincible.

Nothing could stop them.

Not for the longest while.

In the motel room

that night,

in the early morning hours,

he opened a curtain.

Saw clouds banked against the moon.

He leaned closer to the glass.

Cold air passed through

and put its hand over his heart.

I loved you,
he thought.

Loved you well.

Before loving you no longer.