Daisuke left white flowers on the floor,
placed her panties on a wooden chair
beside the door,
she came to bed and told me to
go to hell, that she would never
love me
The water glass on the night stand
beside her is always cold on
summer nights and even when
summer nights and even when
the furnace is breathing heavily
in the middle of winter
Daisuke left white flowers beside
a picture frame on the dresser,
she never cries for our dead cat
Sophie
Daisuke sways in the wind like a
north tree when I leave her alone
She prefers her own company
She is a quiet genius, I believe
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