Texty
I'm staring at the wall.
Your flavor on my lips.
I'm watching and I'm counting.
All you left me with.
Flies.
I held your picture in the fan.
I spilled your drink and your perfume.
I share my love with those who join me.
In this somber empty room.
Flies.
I pressed the pillow on your face.
You didn't want my sympathy.
You kept your love for those who join you.
Seven feet beneath the trees.
Flies.
MARTIN ENGLER
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