I let you go without protest;
the room still smells of you,
a soft musky-floral scent.

I sit down on the sofa you were
sitting in. The fabric
still warm from your body.

I close my eyes.
xxxxxxYour face flashes,
then disappears.
When I open my eyes,
I see myself staring
at my reflection in the mirror;
Alone.

Outside the night continues,
xxxxxxthe city
continues, but our world
starts to give way.
Our story stops now.