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I don't always miss her,
in fact I quite like the extra room -
to manoeuvre,
the house is less messy
and my old habit of stacking everything
in neat little
piles has come home to roost;
no one 'borrows' my toothbrush in the morning
or giggles as I struggle into my trousers
I have time to be my selfish self
and to fritter away irresponsibly
and yet, in the midst of all my
self indulgent reveries
her face pops up like
a poker ad, unpredictably
beautifully
(heartbreakingly so)
every time I hear a love song.
Last night,
it was an old one from
Junglee