lying next a memory, circles under her eyes
she glances at the lingerie in a heap on the floor
red
her favorite
the smell of cologne fills her nostrils, he slips out the window
it was about to rain, she couldn't bring herself to roll over
a day in the sheets and tear stained pillow cases
yeah, that's how she made it through.
i wreck shit. & love popsicle sticks with jokes on them.
