TUESDAY: After You Go


Merle Amodeo often writes about relationships. Copyright is held by the author.

when you leave
it’s always the same
an empty room
an unmade bed
an open newspaper

I search for distraction
try to lose my self
in a book
escape the solitude

but I taste you
on my lips and my tongue
feel your breath
on my neck
inhale you
on my pillow
see you in faces I meet
hear your voice
in every word I write

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