5.4 I came home an hour after your said departure.
My bed was perfectly made,
each dish washed and put into the cabinet.
Part of me wish you dragged me with you,
almost as much as I wish you had stayed.
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Hollow
Short StoryThe story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.