When you left me

The candles flickered into darkness

The sound of your high heels

Echoed on the hard wooden floor

I heard the front door slam.

I knew you were gone,

I lay in my bed of misery,

Haunted by the space of where you used to be,

Your beautiful face

Your ruby red lipstick,

Your silky, dark, flowing hair.

You carried a beam: no,

The beam,

It was you.

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