Sat, 12/28/2013 - 21:52 -- Stanson

The pillows cling to your scent.

The carpet caresses your footprints.

The picture frame holds your image tightly.

And the tub; the tub cradles me, 

As tears rush down my cheeks. 


You left, but you're still here.


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