A white coated couch
I’m so scared and I scream out loud
“Now that you left me”
.
Your morning newspaper from the past month is still lying on my cold floor
Something personal
Something “yours”
You’d forgotten
Like you never did before
.
“Now that you left me”
The rhythm of your breath
And your smell
Are still lurking
.
“Now that you left me”
Your voice sounds so sweet
And yet so wrong
Like a bittersweet wine
Over flowing from my grieving blood
And it’s snowing on my floor
“Now that you left me”
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