She left her voice in the air
a sound as light as a feather
spiraling and silken
She left her feet on the floor
slowly back and forward
awake walking noises
She left her kiss on my cheek
quick in the morning, slower later
warm and unsettling, true
And the mess she left in my ribcage
colder mornings, blood runs thin
bones breaking, heart askew.
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