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walking away

The forgotten hairs after towelling off

curl up in the corners

where wall meets floor

the clues of our lives lay piled thick

remind me that you were here

and now you are not

A coffee stain on the counter

A forgotten toothbrush

The scent left on your pillow in the cavern created by your absence

Hangers empty and drawers gaping like starving mouths

You were here

now you are not

Until it just becomes dust, something to be cleaned up, tossed in the trash

and stretched out upon, lingering and letting go

space waiting for a new dress, old clothes

once again reclaimed

not wanting

just there

Clues about the lives we live.



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