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Jan 2019
I can’t leave this room.
Our hand prints are still on the wall
In the corner where we made love
I am still married to your ghost here.
The ceiling I looked at laying in your arms
Dreaming of the years to come
Your hands on my stomach feeling our baby move
The box on the shelf of our memories
My prom dress hangs in the closet
When you thought I was beautiful
I talk to you here
These walls watched us be in love for so many years
Your soft snores and staring at you while you slept
Our love is still alive here
It breathes
The air is thick in this small space
The mirror where I saw our reflection
Feeling safe and loved next to you
I can’t leave this room
Aside from the faces of our babies
It’s all I have left of you
Written by
Marie  34/F/Ohio
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