but suddenly it is your absence
that
bruises me, although my hips
still ache with the insistence of
your touch last night,
and oh,
i have to let this go
i see
the way it plays out.
you left
as the sun was coming
up and i am still not
tired i am
jit tery awake
but
exhausted, knowing that the day
will begin again, in only a few hours.
i am beginning to think
i am meant for
betrayal.
*senior thesis poem
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