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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Next Time


Next time

Your voice

Sings out my name,

It will be met

With an echoing silence.

 

Next time

Your eyes

Are drawn to my form,

They will only gaze

Upon the empty space

Of where I used to sit.

 

Next time

Your hand

Reaches for the

Satin smoothness of my skin,

It will only touch

The ghost I’ve left

And vacant air.

 

Next time

Your lips

Long to savor

The sweetness of my flesh,

They will only sample

The bitter taste

Of deep regret.

 

So brace yourself,

My love,

For next time

All that will be left of me

Are the memories.

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