Cycle

His smell leaves me wanting

–Nicotine, earthy, smoke, and musk

comfort,

peace in the only place that feels like home.

— curled up next to his body, hand and head on his chest. Heartbeat in my ear.

Knowledge that this is not real

A fantasy blurring the edges of reality.

Truth wanting to be ignored.

My heart feeling whole again

—resetting the clock

for when he leaves again.

Jodie Nicole

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