You left.
You left your change on my couch. You left your smell in my bed--a smell of desperation and addiction, a smell I didn't particularly care for.
You left my bed in the middle of the night. Frankly, I thought you had left altogether, 'cept I caught a glimpse of your cowboy boots in the morning. Too bad you haven't got those cowboy ways or
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