Livid, I expunged

Her every trace from my life

A year to the day

Found her long, dark, hair

Wrapped around my pajamas

Haunting me

Refusing to let me go…

And I found myself caress the single strand

Hating, yet wishing for her

Funny:

Exactly one year to the day….

I plotted revenge

And instead of mending my heart

In righteous indignation

Now we are two left

With a most bitter taste.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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