So...
What of the brewing and bubbling,
And brimming over of affections
That so clearly have you searing them
With fiery distance now?
What about the scars you hid all day;
The scars that were kissed, and
Only seemed to heal in touch,
Are hidden again now?
What about the tears you shed
Quietly, in the unseen corners
Through distraught corners of eyes
Wiped clear now?
What about the shared fragrance
That titillates in your absence,
Shamelessly obtuse to my pain,
Only more now?
What of the bottle of lotion white,
Resting restless upon my shelf,
In parting of your touch and smear;
Another lotion now?
What about the strands of hair
That pillows held back as memoirs,
Or taunts, that taunt in my sleep,
Additional now?
What about the books that lie
Dog-eared, bookmarked - idly,
In wait of fingers that folded them
To unfold now?
So...?
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