Wash

I saved a piece of him, to keep for a rainy day.

The rest I stripped off.

Like water he flowed, gracefully between the cracks of what I wanted and needed.

I woke the next morning to find he still lingered heavily in my atmosphere,

Still tripping me and catching me.

And even though I knew the pattern,

I let myself fall.

 

 

 

 

 

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