
My lips held
his last goodbye,
long after what was plane
became a speck in my empty skies,
His heart chose a one-way ticket
that left me an afterthought,
between his vodka on the rocks,
and some cheese and crackers.
![]() My lips held his last goodbye, long after what was plane became a speck in my empty skies, His heart chose a one-way ticket that left me an afterthought, between his vodka on the rocks, and some cheese and crackers. A contest entry
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