Saturday, July 16, 2022

Forever (a poem)

Cleaning out my house
before I go on one last journey
I miss my bed sheets smelling like you


Of course I miss my spouse
and I still hate the attorney
but it's time for something new

Last time we met
was in my bed
and you were still wet

from the shower
we took together
knowing it wouldn't last
forever

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