Done, done, done

Strange how
I could still smell you
on my hands
The trail of you sends
me momentarily unspun
Stretched out
our new now
flat out, detangled, taut
The miles betwixt us olde
history, cobwebbed, naught
Steeling myself I stole
a flash of a past of a memory
of a dream
Or wait am I awake my mistake
breathing this in-between
Shake it off I exhale
and let go
the last crumb
The final intake I make
as we come undone

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Pictured: A card from the game Icebreakers