two days
(after one door closed) one
thousand more open
and
i see / in mirrors / this enamel smile
beam,
repeatedly,
two lips apart (that)
once touched yours.
i thought
it would end. (the world.)
when you wed / but /
somehow
i'm still here,
raised up on sorrows
and knocking on doors.
i
smile
a painted smile,
licking all four paws / and
(wrapping) my lonely cheshire cat
tail
around my heart...
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