Hope scented

I have at last

scrubbed you away

with a scratchy sponge

and cheap girly soap

hope scented.

Now, I am alone

head above water

after discovering love

was not intended.

Many hours passed before

I quietly shut the door

leaving you lonely

just as I found you

just as I was too.

Now, the winter chill

bites and disturbs

my thoughts

but at least I’m able

to weather the storm

better than when you

placed a label

on my visible heart.

When night returns once more

you won’t unsettle my mood

I’ll be alive and know why

why I closed the door.

Scrubbed you away

along with hope

a constant dagger

at my throat.

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