she remains a fuzzy memory mystery once a fountain of laughter joy sex intimacy camaraderie now a myth gone for many years old tampon box waiting deep on bathroom shelf unused le creuset pots asleep inside kitchen cabinet in her absence i became her my hair as long as hers what shall we do today i ask myself dry throat tries to swallow raspy voice concurs birds outside my window chirp harassing sounds where is she if only i had known every day i think of her willowy physique tomboy titlessness asymmetrical exotic nipples knobbiest knees i’ve ever seen i guess what i miss most is our trust in each other
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Very sweet piece.
thank you i bow to you
I thought the usage of the (old tampon box) was fantastic. When my mother and father split up, there was the legendary tampon box in the bathroom cabinet for a good 3 years after she left.