Dragging the luggage

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I smoke and watch her


The taxi waits.

Then like a premonition

I have a mirrored memory

of her departure-

the scent of her 

washed skin-

remembering the

ins and outs of our arguments...

She's smiling as she 

leaves the echo of

our space.

She's laughing as we fail

to finish yet another argument...

I pick through the remains

of the accusations

that she broadcasts.

Then leaving


she drags behind her

-like wheeled luggage-

the life that we once shared.


words and foto T Carroll



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winston plowes

Wed 26th Dec 2012 22:21

Hi Tommy. Liked this a lot. "leaves the echo of
our space." a highlight. Win x

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