She watched him
Like a hawk
His lazy walk
The swing of his legs
The twinkle in his eyes
She turned in
Into the sounds of him
His breathing
His voice
His footsteps
Soon enough
She knew
And all that was left,
Was the thuds of his heart
The soft, delicate sound of his breathing
And when she took a deep breath
Remnants of his scent
Clung to the air
As he stood up to leave
And finally did
His scent stayed behind
To haunt her
And sip into her dreams
Where she could not escape
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