I’ve got your scent in my palms,
Your bra under my bed,
Yet you’re walking out the door.
My chest feels a breeze,
The sheets twisted like branches,
Yet you’re walking out the door.
I lay crooked on the carpet,
The muscles no longer stiff,
Yet you’re walking out the door.
My ears hear my breath shallow,
Eyes focused to my desk,
And your keys are next to my laptop.
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