Left Behind

The Words:

lemon, victory, tattoo, mustang, rugby, flitter, crow, pink, jazz, bourbon, Remington

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You left your Remington. And your mustang.

You left tattoos of your lips on my wine glasses, your lemons in the fridge. Yes, lemons. Lemons you would squeeze into a late night bourbon with your favorite jazz number playing after all the rugby boys had finished flittering around like teenage girls going crazy after something cute, celebrating victory.

You left your pink tie. And your stupid crow cawing in the backyard.

I don't want them, boy.

I don't want you.