Shapes and Shadows, Curves in My Bed

Her shape still holds in my bed

The outline of her soft figure

I move closer

To push my face in her hair

I get nothing

But a face full of feathers

Dark figure

How you fade

The shape of a girl

I lost her

Out that window

The blankets flew

And her hushed body

Fell away

My arms left empty

And feathers make me sneeze.

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