Husk

Husk

The call came
that you were gone
and all that remained
was the simple act of driving
to see you one last time.

Your own terms
abided
always
something I will admire.

You left me
a husk
something you never were
something hard to erase from memory
always
unforgiving.

And during that simple act of driving
when all that remained
were your terms
I remembered the final time I lay with you
a husk
the party long over
the curtain long drawn.

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