She will let him go like a book,
whose cover once attracted her,
its pages once held down her gaze.

She had moved on past his breath,
their time together flipping over
like scanned pages towards the end.

With her reading done
and his laughter consumed,
she will miss nights

when he lay on her breasts,
exhausted,
under a lamp’s glow,

she,
always taking note of what’s left
of his borrowed time.

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