saffron silk and salmon
linger in your wake;
i watch as the storm's remains
wash ashore
the sea of your front lawn.

the sky is still softly shadowed,
your salacious scent
inside this room,
and i am left with
your scattered clothing
and all of the painful memories
you so selfishly tossed
in my care.

harsh light scintillates
bounding off the grimy glass
and there,
on the horizon,
i finally see the truth...

i think you've done enough damage
this year.