In the envelope,

there was also a key.


I didn't realize 

it then,

but I do 

now. 


I opened

the door to

his apartment.

To be greeted with an empty space,

but behind the bed frame,

was a small door.


Dean's drugs 

and a note.

Withered flowers rest

on top. 


My tears ran,

and I smiled.

I reached for the light. 

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