2011-07-01
she's gone
I sat in the stairwell for hours. Waiting for some trace of her scent, her echo.
Nothing passed through me but the fall of light.
I held my own hand. All the way home.
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2011-07-01
she's gone
I sat in the stairwell for hours. Waiting for some trace of her scent, her echo.
Nothing passed through me but the fall of light. I held my own hand. All the way home. |