Left Behind


I-

Old smoke paints the walls,
Outlining the light switches
And the spines of our books.
Cigarette resin resonates
Our last six years:
My bad choices;
You reminding me to make them.

You-

The bathroom still smells like lavender
And seawater.
Soapy liquid sloshing over
The edge of the tub and
Soaking the floor,
The baseboards,
The old, gray shirt you left behind.

Us-

An empty cage,
Our floor soaked and walls blackened;
Your lungs fill as mine deflate
For the first time since we met.
The silence echoes from window
To window,
Resonating.

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