Duplicity

We made love then you left, leaving
me to lay alone. All that is left of you
is a sweet dampness on the sheets. I will never
be more than your part-time lover;
always waiting. Your other life, the one
from which I am excluded, is a mystery
to me, yet my imagination runs wild. You are
far more active in my head
than when you are in my bed.


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kiwigirl
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The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart
--Helen Keller
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