Nothing more than empty creases in my bed.
A coat, still. On its hook.
High heels, abandoned askew.
The simplest things remind me.
The littlest things undo me.
Nothing more than dust on a perfume bottle.
A handbag, empty. Pillaged for essentials.
To do lists, started not finished.
The simplest things remind me.
The littlest things undo me.
Nothing more than the flash of a memory.
Images of perfection.
You, my endless love.
kevinwilson
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