They fed it
his messages.

Six years
of morning texts,
the argument about the bins,
the photo of the fox
in the garden.

Now it says
good morning love
at 7.14am
exactly
the way
he used to.

She knows
it is not him.

She also knows
that knowing
does not help
at 7.14am
when the kitchen
is still dark
and the fox
has not come back
either.