when love lingers

he lingers behind dates written in black ink

behind the words “this time last year”

he lingers in deep belly laughs and in the artwork

that hangs on the wall

he lingers in slurping fingertips

and wine spills on the coffee table

he lingers in lazy Sundays of booze and cartoons

he lingers in everything he left behind

when no more love remained

in his heart

for me.

 

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