Rising from the bed when he could not sleep

He paused and stared at the empty space beside him

Padding down the creaking stairs

He is determined to keep his eyes

Averted from the doorknob

Where her fingers last touched

Lavender and lemons still linger in the kitchen

Where he runs the faucet

Her scent

That third night

They were unable to say “I love you”

Wherever you go, I’ll go

Whatever strung those words together

Was broken by the slam of that door



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