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She held on to the rumpled sheets

Even when last night seemed to be but a distant memory

There wasn’t even anything real to remind her of their bondage last night

Just memories—her own, alone, untouched

Untouched

How could that be when her skin still tingles from his touch?

Strange—how something that intense could so suddenly be but inkling

But still, she held on to the sheets

She leaned over to claim her box of cigarettes from the table

Reached inside the left back pocket of her stone washed jeans

Retrieved her lighter

“Damn”

Shook her head when she noticed the silver Zippo

“Samurai” was engraved on it

Now she remembers everything

His brown eyes, the sweet taste of his mouth, his toned body

His name, his Mini Cooper, his girlfriend

Every fucking thing

Oh, fucking, she remembers that part too

Why him?

“His girlfriend’s such a bitch”

But no, not really, it’s not that

For so long already she’d be his fallback

She’ll keep him company and let him just rant—

Rant about Olivia and how the woman drives him crazy

Oh, Olivia, that’s who he’d be with right now

She stands up to clean herself

Pretending the running water will flush away last night

And every other night he slept over

Nah, they barely slept at all

Even then he’d leave so early

Rushing to get Olivia’s favorite pastry

Never even bothering to buy the poor other girl coffee

She’ll get through this—a fact

She puts on her sunglasses and heads out her apartment

Banged the door close and mumbled hellos to nosy neighbors

She parked her Hybrid swiftly and strained to gather her stuff from the backseat

A familiar chuckle caused her to stir instinctively

Olivia frantically waved as he smiled lazily

She let out a toothy smile as she regained composure

Olivia stretched her arms out and enveloped her in a hug

He took her purse and folders and let the girls catch up

She smiled at him—pained yet genuine

This is how they are—how they always will be

She comes back home to rumpled sheets

Empty beer cans and scratched CDs

He goes back sober to his Olivia

They stay happy and together

She stays at home with rumpled sheets

She grabs a stick and lights it up

She reaches for his Zippo and thought aloud

I’ll keep you where nobody else can find you