Here in solitary velvet dark,
breathing slow, feeling the last
remnants of your scent tingle and pulse.
I sprawl under sheets
grown cold and too much space.
A hole in one wall, a screaming memento of
excessive passion, your moans echo in my mind.
Love was our emotional Gibraltar,
so we would discover new kinds of ecstasy instead.
Now this abode is a black hole for new emotions,
I am a ghost in my own life, walking next to your
memory. When I leave, these dreams of you still
cling to me like smoke. Quit calling, quit coming around.
I remember the day you left me, blue eyes deep as the
Atlantic, stormy, and flashing. Your raven black hair falling
across your face as your hand fell across mine. Red hot fury
erupting from our mouths as we screamed.
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