passing every detail of my shadow on the pavement, tracing the edge of my lip with my tongue, catching a droplet of weeping from my pores, in a surreal and orphaned state of solitude.........sneakers oblige me
I stood by my bed
wanting to feel your breath
on the back of my neck
you stood beneath my window
withering away your life
I took the dust
that had gathered
by my feet
I placed it
in a jar
set it on my window
the dust
reminds me of you
tarnished ashes
of what love was..
KQ
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