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Ends

Vapor trails
In the piercing blue.
I squint and shield my eyes.
Everything reminds me of you.

Cars humming down the freeway spur,
Just beyond my window in the dark.
I can’t get to sleep.
The fire of love stifled to a spark.

The neighbors wail when they screw.
It doesn’t sound like passion to me.
I watch TV with the subtitles,
Wishing it would hurry up and end.

There’s a fog all morning
That seems like my mind.
Since you are gone.
Leaving me, your devoted, far behind.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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