I am the door never fully opened

The window halfway shut

The suit that they bought to wear

But she never showed up

I am the book that they never finish

The keeper never kept

The tears brimming in their eyes

That they never wept

I am the plant they forget to water

The last drag of a cigarette

The pillows on other side of the bed

The dream they wake and forget

I am the number that they didn’t call

The words they didn’t say

I am the girl that they used to want

But not enough to stay

LL

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