#187 in the box under the stairs

he tries to move through her with an old bottle of her perfume and the handmade mixtape covers he forgot about but she is gone she is gone i didn’t know what to say 20 years later it was a life i never saw the covers vivid the perfume gentle with sweetness but she is gone she is gone with wings and release she is part of night and days under the cover of stars and leaves closed like now our box she is gone she is gone she’s gone bhagiti 10.24.07 perrysburg, oh