Voyeur
Lipstick-rimmed wine glass
sits on my night-stand
obtrusive shade of pink
My head punds away amidst these new thoughts.
Never recall faces or names
Nor the times shared that led us here.
I record smells, they stay with me
Still can't put a name or a face with said scent.
No trying on slippers, No Hunting Down Femme Fatale
I want to, every time in this instance
Before the initial shock of lonliness consumes me
I wait frantically for it to subside.
My life, like my house, in shambles
It has a foundation but nothing concrete
Watch where you step
It's a long way down the spiral.
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