Life After Death
Micro, NC
I held your shirt and smelled your Hugo Boss cologne,
I nestled in your nook; rolled up where you slept.
Just like when I was a baby, I wrapped in your shirt, so I could sleep.
The next morning, I lay in your spot red-eyed.
I watched my sister sleep peacefully.
Her snore sounded like a quieter version of yours.
I looked at your beloved trading card binder.
It was empty.
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