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Last night I heard you leave By the back door 12:22 AM And the neighbour’s dog was barking You left your jacket behind I thought Of calling you back And sliding the sleeves up your shoulders Cracking your icy demeanour With the warmth of my gesture And making you smile I heard you Muffled laughter An audible kiss on her cheek The quiet purr of an expensive car Crunching gravel Rolling up the driveway I ran my fingers Through your tangled bed sheets I can’t remember The last time You slept well with me I pulled the covers over my head Drowning in your warmth In this darkness You were still here with me Your limbs Intertwined with mine Your photo On my bedside table Your coffee mug Next to mine The dishes Still in the sink It was your turn to wash them But I let it slide I got up and put your slippers on My toes crinkling with the feel of you I put on your sweater And I took your torch And I grabbed your lighter (I never told you but I hated that you smoked) Last night I heard you come back 3:45 AM And police sirens were shrieking The house And my heart Were aflame Drowning in your warmth I heard you cry out my name I heard you cry I heard you I heard you I heard you (But I don’t think you heard me)
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
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Last night I heard you leave By the back door 12:22 AM And the neighbour’s dog was barking You left your jacket behind I thought Of calling you back And sliding the sleeves up your shoulders Cracking your icy demeanour With the warmth of my gesture And making you smile I heard you Muffled laughter An audible kiss on her cheek The quiet purr of an expensive car Crunching gravel Rolling up the driveway I ran my fingers Through your tangled bed sheets I can’t remember The last time You slept well with me I pulled the covers over my head Drowning in your warmth In this darkness You were still here with me Your limbs Intertwined with mine Your photo On my bedside table Your coffee mug Next to mine The dishes Still in the sink It was your turn to wash them But I let it slide I got up and put your slippers on My toes crinkling with the feel of you I put on your sweater And I took your torch And I grabbed your lighter (I never told you but I hated that you smoked) Last night I heard you come back 3:45 AM And police sirens were shrieking The house And my heart Were aflame Drowning in your warmth I heard you cry out my name I heard you cry I heard you I heard you I heard you (But I don’t think you heard me)
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Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
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