I woke up alone.

Her car hummed fumes.
Her things packed
in disarray
neatly in the guest room.
I could barely notice
the twirl of her blonde hair
as she moved
briskly from room to door.

“There’s someone else,”
she whimpered and lied
on her mountain of packages.

Another car stopped outside
in the morning light
no fumes,
no sound.

There at the door
she stood.
Hair glistening scarlet,
eyes honest.

My other girl
took up the other room,
wiped it clean of the leftovers from
my bad dream.
She leaned over the threshold,
in the sunlight.
With a kiss goodnight,
this impossible girl
moved into me.

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