Your face looked the same,
But your eyes stared right through me.
The thumb I used to nibble on,
was now full of calluses.
The smile that was reserved for me only,
now a memory as your lips formed a straight line.
I still tried to gather the nonexistent remnants,
struggling as my plastered smile began to fall.
With you not by my side,
my morning sun ceased to rise.
The dew turned to floods
That dared to smudge the rouge on my lips
The feeling like a slap or a kiss
The clatter of my life
Struggling to not capsize
With you not in it.
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