Closed hearts keep smiles
This time last year was panting
Dripping from our pores
I'm still on this porch
Like last year talking of
Going into That room again
If it were
Just the three of us girls
We would have
But his logic seeped into us while we were in a state of constant sway
And we went again but not that day
After cuddled and held in all parts of us
I even rubbed his neck the night before
Here I sit dripped still
But in raindrops
And alone this time
The first picture she ever wore
In her back pocket
Hidden behind the shoes
In the front hall
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