The leather bag cost $560
The leather was thin but of beautiful design.
She bought it at an exclusive store downtown,
Where they keep the doors locked.
Her dresses all cost thousands of dollars too.
She would leave them on the back of the chairs in her room
Or they would be dropped on the floor
Like dead flowers.
Once, I picked a red dress up and held it to my face
And smelled her scent, then I hung it in the wardrobe
While she lay on a daybed by the window.
She watched me through half closed eyes.
She was tired of loving me, and that meant
I would soon be like an expensive dress, one she had worn to a party.
A dress she could never wear again.
I would sit in the back of her wardrobe
Never to see the light again.
Eventually, I would go…
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