LIVING IN ARTFUL DENIAL

LIVING IN ARTFUL DENIAL Sheforgot to change those threadbare sheets, that were stained with the passions of him for her. She forgot to throw his toothbrush out, his once familiar image, now becoming a blur. She left his message on her answering machine, because she missed the sound of his voice. She would play it back at least 25 times, before she decided to give up the ghost. At night she slept with his clothing on, so she could still smell his cologne. She still kept his mail in her lingerie drawer, in case he'd be coming back home. She could have just as easily, forwarded it to him, yet she preferred delaying the inevitable. His books were still there, where he had left them. She kept them stacked just so. And memories stay longer when they have no place to go. By WordPlaya, Dec 26, 2008