She left before her scent could linger alive in your sheets
Before the sounds of soft things seeped through
And resonated like I resonated like I seeped
Pouring slow into the empty pores of you
Had she stayed, would you have kept her
While my portrait drips through the foggy window
The woman with piano key fingers
With little girl eyes, dark lashed and hollow
Reach, and touch the cold outlines of my veins
As they spindle through my body into yours
Can you feel them pulsing through the rain
Encapsulated rivers pooling at your bedroom door
You turn, a moment, hold your hand up to the glass
The clouds still drip for me, and you for me, at last
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