I want to remember
this night; this
dawn- bruised
My skin-
burning, still electric
This bed-
empty now, expired
These windows open
letting in the air, letting out your
perfume
it waited until after you left.
So I am awake-typing this in a vacant room
save my discarded clothes
shoes leaning against the wall
one lucky horseshoe,
another evening w/you-spent
reckless, but not abandoned.