Last Light, Goodnight

There was a flicker behind 
the gauze, by the window…

It was a post-goodbye waiver, 
like good luck, a good love 
come back to her.

A quiet return, of sorts.

She felt her tears
fall hotly without a sound -
a doppelgänger ache
beside the loveseat;

like a child’s hug,
skin-to-skin, wrapped
around her arm.

She felt a release
with the slightest of sighs.

Bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.

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