I Love

I love that the smell of you is gone

I love that my time is my own

I love that there is silence

‘stead of disapproving looks

I love that I can touch whatever I want

without worry of upset or disrespect

I love that there is no knee jerk dissent

I love that all I have to figure out is

what to do with the last remnants of you.

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