Love don’t live here anymore

In the midst of laughter
And three drinks, thereafter
She looked me dead in the eyes
Before throwing her head back hysterically

She took a sip and shook her head
As if to say, “oh no silly girl”
Before uttering the words
“Love don’t live here anymore”

I couldn’t tell
If it was her heart or the alcohol talking
Goose bumps quickly grew on my body
As I took a glimpse at her eyes

Shivering with sudden coldness
I tried to examine her words further
She smiled and said
“I only go after quick satisfaction these days”

“How could someone say that?” I thought
Then, she proceeded to tell stories of her past
Slowly, the dots started to connect
The picture was coming together

I understood

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