Her lingering perfume
Haunted this room in its entirety
Her naked footprints
Engraved upon this fractured floor
Freshly cut glass
From the damage she caused
His fingers still bleeding
From his attempt to clean it up
Uncomfortable intimidation
Annoyed my guarded visit
Reassuring invitation to stay
Echoed in the slamming door
When he told her she must go
His bandaged fingers
Smearing the lipstick from his mouth
His serious smile reassured me not to fear
For in the past he left her
His blood seeping through his cast
My fingers have no grip
On baggage from my travels
So clear the past
So fresh her smell
So deep her prints
So big this room
©Elizabeth Dominguez
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