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I finally understand what you meant

When you said I take

My life, on a leash,

For walks where the sun is shining.



You left me to find yourself

Did you?

I hope the money was worth it.

I hope your pockets are full.



Sometimes I feel like I dreamed you

And then, with the dream close to being uncovered,

I poked a hole in the fabric of us,

And let you out.



My big pillow has room enough for me

You never really did fit

But I can still smell your shampoo

Can still feel your heat…



I reach out in the dark-

Feel around for your bony hip,

Your soft back,

Your long, big knuckled, aristocratic fingers-



And I pull handfuls of sheets,

Rainbow colored and spread thin over me,

alone, in my bed.