Staring at the crescent shaped scar on your arm,
Smelling you, like outside, like old rain on the pavement.
You rub my back slowly and I fall asleep
Now. Sitting alone in the kitchen, sipping twice re-heated coffee,
Snow is melting off the grass.
He left behind reminisce I can't return
his imprint in the sheets.
old hairs left behind from tossing and turning.
I can only find his warn out socks in the garbage can,
caked in blood from a hard walk to work
I take out the garbage, dump the coffee,
Talk to a few people that fill a gap, and they
Tell me how much they love me.
They are just words now, with no connection.
I say it back to be polite, I smile to ease the burden.
and maybe at one time I loved them too.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:42 AM UTC
Staring at the crescent shaped scar on your arm,
Smelling you, like outside, like old rain on the pavement.
You rub my back slowly and I fall asleep
Now. Sitting alone in the kitchen, sipping twice re-heated coffee,
Snow is melting off the grass.
He left behind reminisce I can't return
his imprint in the sheets.
old hairs left behind from tossing and turning.
I can only find his warn out socks in the garbage can,
caked in blood from a hard walk to work
I take out the garbage, dump the coffee,
Talk to a few people that fill a gap, and they
Tell me how much they love me.
They are just words now, with no connection.
I say it back to be polite, I smile to ease the burden.
and maybe at one time I loved them too.
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