Poem # 2,849 | There is one less card

There is one less card this year
now she has gone –
an opening
not to expect & one less kiss at
this time of year to take note of
[& will be missed] –
a care less
to fold open –
our consolations
count out gaps to fill –
I missed
that box ceremony
[uninvited a
common part for me to play] &
how shall I be remembered eh?