Do I have to tell you I'm home or will you keep staring at the door, waiting for that marvelous person to whistle her way back into your heart, soft hands reaching out for yours, long arms to keep you safe and welcome...? Do I have to show you where I stand or should I just leave you weeping, sighing, expecting another girl with the same name eager to help you through a cold, cold night with homemade tea and a whole lot of love? I walk through you, take off my clothes and look for a hot shower to embrace me, purify me, liberate me from my aching loneliness... Double bed is mine - I shut the door, turn off the lights and enjoy what's left of the life we used to share side by side.
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