Your scattered clothes

Like autumn leaves

Strewn across my floor

Attracts my tired gaze

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Your lipstick traces

Burns the glass’ edge

Like the fiery passion

That engulfed us

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I quietly drink

Water cold as I

As you pick up

Your scattered leaves

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Your rapid steps

Like rain on the floor

Takes you further away

Me, watercold, distant

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I gaze at you

As the wind takes you

Quite soon I will wash

Your fire traces away