here without you

when I am here without you,
I feel dirty, like I have crossed
a line, one that should never
have been, I opened your
drawers, pulled some clothes
out of your closet, I sprayed
your perfume into the air,
my watch says I have a bit
of time so I search your
house, high and low, for
your stash, it has to be here,
this is the last place you
were, I find two, double
fist-pump, and I flush them,
now it’s time to pick you up…

— GB

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