She sleeps in your bed still
A fragment of half-remembered dreams
Feeling with no substance
Her words linger, cloying
A perfume opening sweet
With high notes of memory
Taking leave in a finish
Of bitter let down

She stalks my phrases
Haunting nuance
Laying upon my meaning
With the subtle
Doppelganger smirk of
"I came first"
I want to peel her
from my skin, my words
From the shape of my desires
Pull her distortion
From my anger
And claim what is mine
Without the need to defend
Against what was hers

She will fade
Mist dissipates in the heat
of the morning sun

I watch, wait
For your eyes to stop
Tracing the imprint of loss
For your ears to finally stop
Ringing with the resonance of remembrance


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