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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2011 Aug 10 Comment on this Work [[2011.08.10.03.32.1010]] |
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The only bit of you I had left The bed that was ours Your smell worked into the fibers Ground deep with love While we held each other tight As if we couldn't get enough As if we never wanted the moment to end I looked into your eyes And knew that when I let go It would A momentary lapse Two bleeding hearts Reaching out through blades To save each other from the hurt Leaving us worse off than before Tears and sweat stinging sharp Pouring into wounds, into sheets As I soaked in the last of you That would ever be completely mine This moment Nothing but you and I And I stayed there for a minute Longer than a minute had ever known if could be But even the longest minute has to end And dirty laundry has to be done I cried as they spun before me Washing the last of you away The last thing I had The smell of you Gone |