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I came in through the front door You left the rings on the counter Delicately one on top of the other The boxes neatly organized, A note on the chalkboard “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more” Your blood still staining the floor I didn’t breathe for a week My body did not know how to eat or sleep Felt you pressed against me In the muscle memory Laid in the tub Wrapped my clothes around me Try to absorb the warmth in anyway it found me I put the ring back on I erased the note Listened to our song I unpacked the boxes Scrubbed the stain from the floor This place wasn’t home anymore.
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Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
I still can’t write about it.
I came in through the front door You left the rings on the counter Delicately one on top of the other The boxes neatly organized, A note on the chalkboard “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more” Your blood still staining the floor I didn’t breathe for a week My body did not know how to eat or sleep Felt you pressed against me In the muscle memory Laid in the tub Wrapped my clothes around me Try to absorb the warmth in anyway it found me I put the ring back on I erased the note Listened to our song I unpacked the boxes Scrubbed the stain from the floor This place wasn’t home anymore.
JackOfAllTrades
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JackOfAllTrades
F/Pacific Northwest
Nov 10, 2019
Nov 10, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
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