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Remnants of drift wood on the tide; maybe it could be a tree

You left
no note
no goodbye
just the smell of stale cigarette  
only evidence you even existed  
the torn up panties still  
tied to the bed head  
where you used them to bind my wrists  
and inhale the charred remanants  
of sex  
followed by an echo of harsh breathing  
wondering if my heart would fucking quit  
a wild fire  
a hurricane  
a rare moment when all that existed  
was you setting fire to oceans  
   
even the thought of you stirs me  
I need to wipe it clean  
staring at the glow  
of other windows  
their shadows playing marionettes  
as I search for one more torrid line  
to bring you back  
   
we weren't meant to last  
wild fires destroy everything  
but im still searching for that love poem  
the one that doesn't pull your clothes off  
and ransack your lust  
but makes you want to stay  
watch the sunrise  
feed eachother fingers of toast  
and believe a sunset is more  
than another day of our lives  
we'll never get back
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Published | Edited 7th Sep 2019
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