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The front door was open.

 

I rush inside- past the bottles

of wine on the carpet. It was

a dark hallway to the bedroom.

 

I see her from outside the

bedroom, through the

slight crack of the door.

Inside, her

discarded clothes make.

a trail to the bed.

 

Shirt. Pants. Underwear.

 

She was sleeping. Her arms

outstretched towards the warm

part of the bed that was empty.

 

I walk back to the outside,

making sure to close the door

this time.

 

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