over

alone

from my chair
i see the floor
where you and i don’t wrestle around anymore
but from here
i can see
the couch where you would make slow love to me
on me now
is the throw
that i covered myself with when you said you had to go
and in my head
are the words
that you never said and i would have died to have heard

 

 

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