p o e t r y

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red hints of wine, satin stained kisses

each breath caught in the moment...

how did this turn into

awkward morning coffees

avoiding touch and eye contact

late nights waiting for you 

because you were always in your office

so I guess I'll return my spare keys

leave with a suitcase and 

as little pain as one can when such things end

but I've got get away

before I wake up next to the skeleton of you

and what we used to be