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By darwin Date: 2007 Apr 26 Comment on this Work [[2007.04.26.18.53.20334]] |
| it would be empty, were it not for the memories that linger yet. in the fabric of the furniture, that i spend my evenings on. in the dishes i avoid, touching, that once were under your hands, close to your mouth. i've slept with your yellow shirt some nights. the one thing I could find that still had your scent, the combination of that sweetness i remember on your skin, the first night we made love. your cologne that i bought you two christmas' ago, used every day since. mingled into the threads of the shirt, bought after our first 15 mile bike ride. Arms and legs sunburned from the sun. Now you are gone, and yet you were never here. for me at least, and i wasn't for myself. you left me in this life i thought was real, but it was built on promises you could never keep. now with a house i can barely afford. and i hate you some nights for putting me into this. the other night it hurt everywhere, in my mouth, my tongue, my soul. i fell into your shirts still hanging in the closet. crying because there was nothing left to do but let the tears fall. grasping at the clothes you left, shirts with collars, old punk tshirts from concerts now gone. how i loved you. with a passion that i would have done anything were it in my power to do. and you left, maybe not the way you wanted to, but you left me. and this is all i have left. |