I found myself

snowed in with you.

 

I slept in your bed,

in week old sheets.

 

In the morning, I showered

with your boyfriend’s soap.

 

You opened

the bathroom door;

 

your breath caught in your throat.

Your lips parted

at the starkness of my skin.

 

Later, we trudged through snow

until we reached the crossroad

 

where you held me

a few seconds longer

than you should have.

 

I realised

as you walked away

 

the intoxicating scent

of the three of us,

lingered on me.

 

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