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Weaving down a dirt road -
Spot a red barn to the side.
We pull the car behind some trees,
parked far enough to hide,
We find ourselves entangled
on a seat no room to lay.
Left at the scene was all the
love and lust we had that day.
And tear out a page!
Another! Another!
Some get caught on the binding
**** up the thread!
See the glue on the edges
This is healing my head
Googling “what drugs did Dostoevsky do”
You took me by the hand and
Led me straight to your
Heart attack.
There were pages
Everywhere
And I could not tell the difference
Between what you loved and what
Destroyed you
I’ve designed some new rooms,
Since you’ve been gone.
The house has been expanded upon!
Beautiful drapes, and rugs oh so lush,
A chair that is vintage,
Stained glass that’s been blushed.
Relaxing and calm,
It is safe like a hug,
But your room still exists
And the lights always buzz.
The tunes are enough to mask it, some days.
But this homemaker knows it will be there to stay.
My heart is heavy,
Candles lit
For a reunion that will never come.
Where are you?
Who are you?
Does your smile still take up your whole face?
You left something
When you left.
There’s no lost and found
It seems you never noticed it was gone.
Perhaps you read the eulogy in solitude.
It’s being held onto with care,
Just in the event the wind blows a memory your way and the longing makes its way
From me
To you.
We’re under the same moon
And that is enough to soothe
Despite a lonesome tear finding its way
Into my ear tonight.

My goodbye has never entered the air.
Tight black dress
with red hair draped
on shoulders small but strong
I'm not ignorant
I'm just lost
I swear I'm not slow this just isn't right and I am fighting my visceral
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