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Mar 2014
Your scent lingers
on the 200 thread count sheets
we bought the day that it rained
and perhaps it was the sky
shedding a tear
because we mustered up the pocket change
to have a warm bed to sleep in
at night.
I didn't do the laundry
and I probably won't for a while
and I'll tell myself it's because
I don't have enough pocket change
because I can't tell myself the truth.
Today I unplugged the refrigerator
in the apartment
I couldn't afford the electricity
because I couldn't muster up the pocket change.
It's been 6 days since you left
with a backpack of clothes
a bus ticket
and some pocket change.
Erin
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Erin
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