I am alone in the living room.
The humidifier is buzzing loudly.
I open it
and where one would put water
to be dispersed as vapour into the air
I instead put
your favourite record that you bought
from that consignment store when you were 14,
and the way you laugh
until you aren't making sounds anymore.
I almost put in the
out-of-tune piano you always had,
but some things I want to keep for myself.
I push start, I sit in the armchair,
(the one you used to love)
and with my eyes shut I breathe in.