the ceiling is covered
with flags of countries
of various colors and designs
all illuminating the Christmas lights
trimming the corners of the room
these are the places
I wish I had gone with you
memories I've imagined in various forms
to only disintegrate
in the corners of my imagination
staring up at my past memories
lying next to the outline
of your faded existence
the room I live in
seems still inhabited by its past owner
unwilling to let me forget
the person that came before
with the scars of her
still raw on my skin

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