when you breathed your last breath
still lingers the smell of you
and the place
where your cold fingers grazed
my frozen shoulder
still burns.
but I'm done now. I told myself
I wouldn't let this
get to the point of obsession,
so I'm done.
(but, if you want to keep going,
I won't complain.)
1 comment:
hee. the last bit.
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