Draw me a picture
of what drew me
to you
and you to me
Tell me why
you left me
speechless
writing bad poetry
scrawled furtively
across the back of my hand,
your memory
painting desire
like an indelible ink
onto my lips,
across the bones of my hips…
My heart
waiting
like an old house
haunted by your
lingering ghost
weaving whispered farewells
like kisses
moving
along the line of my jaw
down the curve of my neck
until finally,
breathlessly
I turned my head
only to encounter
the empty air
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