The Final Cut

It was early evening
The air cloying
Still redolent with sweat

There you were
Supine
Pruned by the bath water
The fading remnant of a smile
Aimed pointedly in my direction

I took your hand
Accepted your weight
Lifting you from the tub
Waxen light cast its glow
Lending your flesh an eerie eroticism

We're past that though
No longer awake
Everything was beyond you at that point

Placing you gently on our bed
I notice another lingering effect of the bath water
No stains
Only the merest hint of an oddly placed paper cut

Enough to remind you

Enough to help me forget you

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