Sunday, January 30, 2011

Dallas-Missing

What is missing?

I had to look, after she pulled away, after her car left the garage.

I opened her bottom drawer, the one with her lingerie.

I knew every outfit, ever piece, as well as I knew my own lingerie.

Much was there, much.

But not all.

There were pieces missing

A teddy.

A chemise.

A couple of babydolls.

Pretty things, sexy things, seductive things.

A garter skirt, stockings.

Missing.

Presumably packed.

And the one other thing, the one other thing I had to check.

Her closet.

The pack of condoms.

Missing.

Gone.

Packed.
 

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