Amberlee Carter - love's leaving

Dear Love
my heart is a thousand rooms and your voice: the ghostly echo down the halls.
I drove away from your house, away from the sunset until your silhouette stood out like a tumor on the sun- my rear-view mirror distorted your figure until your god like features became the memory of vapor:
the soft whispers we speak when we're half asleep.

Amberlee Carter

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