and then she left...
2002-08-05, 3:32 p.m.
Nox slips in my window,
Breathing on my face,
Hardening my fingers
As they trace where you've been...
He blows away your scent,
Replacing it with his own -
One of car exhaust and paint fumes...
I roll over, bite the pillow...
Bite back tears,
Fighting back your memory...
But, inevitably, I succumb
And slip into the darkness,
Holding the emptiness that is you.
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