Video Game by Bader Shehab

Baccardi apple,
in my white cup.
Residue of your sweat,
in my fingertips.
Frank Ocean,
in my Beats pill.
soaked bedsheets,
in my fabric rug. 
Lined sins,
in my confession diary.
Your birthday cards,
in my empty quarry.
Planked shades,
in my dresser.
Purple tank top,
in my dresser.
Your Victoria Secret,
in my dresser.
Your extensions,
in my dresser.
Your sim cards,
in my dresser.
Your car keys,
in my dresser.
Your saliva stain,
in my dresser.
Your contacts,
in my dresser.
Your voicebox message on repeat,
in my phone.
Your half empty nail polish,
in my gym bag.
Your lipstick,
in my dresser.
Your grocery note,
in my jeans pocket.
Your name in the fog,
in my shower curtain.
Your silhouette,
in my TV screen.

Then you lock me out,
like it was game over…

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