she leaves a trail
of personal
bread crumbs
in her wake.
lipstick,
brushes, clothes,
a pen, a ring
on the nightstand,
the wine still
opened
on the counter.
she's gone.
but she knows her
way back,
she's made sure
of that.
Friday, December 26, 2014
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