Your necktie drapes
the bedroom doorknob;
silly stripes ease
bittersweet smile.
Yesterday cloaks me
like a cocoon,
safe-wrapped mid
dying ember's plain talk;
hands held.
I am lost
to familiarity
as it coldly seeps
down love's drain.
We are a
kiss away
from an empty
tomorrow.
Might we linger
in breathless
suffocation for
one last time.
February 8,2019
© Pamela A. Lamppa,
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