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Addend or Addendum His bedroom was leaden-grey, with curtains drawn tight. He needed someone for the night to make a pair. But I wasn't always the right one. I knew by perfume scenting the sheets, or make-up left on a table. Yet, I wasn't able to leave and make a fresh start. Coming from work, he'd offer a drink, then the rest would fall into place. Along with myself trying to replace that other half. I didn't realize until too late, two halves don't always meet to form a whole.