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A raided home,

everything disheveled,

tracing the spot where your head once laid with my fingertips.

Feeling like a ghost draped in a cloth,

a broken jar sits on the night stand

blood stains from trying to fix what couldn’t be.

The strength of the fool shattered,

blood on my sleeve,

always a child of love now what stairs at me?

The rooms all torn asunder,

flashbacks of past lovers,

drawn to the scent of your smoke,

blocked vision like a race horse,

scrubbing my hands most rapidly.

Shaved my face,

cut my hair,

some place to begin,

picked up all my books I through around when I was angered.

Walked out the door missed the day light,

found comfort in the chilly wind,

I got nothing to prove to you.

Walked down the street cheeks turned pink,

you’ll never see me again.

Almost walked into the light of a furious car,

the facts are you made me feel like a ghost,

ripped out my beating heart, yet I go on.

Looked up saw all the glowing dead,

some place to start, what a sight,

I know now what I couldn’t have before,

lost year, splattered fears,

slain imposter,

put everything that I could back neatly.

I despise not now, making most of the rest of my life.