I lost my scent of her when I discarded the sheets. I feared our dirty laundry wouldn’t come clean despite an overnight soaked in bleach. The stains slightly faded cum morning. White for innocence? How ironic.
I lost my taste of her when I brushed my tongue. Vodka and grapefruit give me canker sores.
I lost my sight of her when I closed my eyes. I could hardly sleep. Love is blind.
I lost my hearing of her. Her voice. Her moans. Her laugh. The silence was deafening.
Happy New Year to me as fate no longer persist… she is irrelevant and the grip of the narcissist.
Her mourning coffee 