ours was the fullness of orchards…

I looked through the apartment, but you had already gone to her – the one in your note. Chasing the wind, I still love you. Now leaves fall in shades of wanting more while evening spills into afternoon as days pass. With the din of traffic rising from the street below, I discovered that you left behind my favorite sweater of yours. It carries the scent of me asleep beside you where ours was the fullness of orchards.

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