by Anonymous

You left several strands
of hair
scattered across my
you left your yellow
on the top shelf
of my bathroom cabinet
you left your white lacy
in the pocket of my
you left your pink lip gloss
with the glitter
on my dressing table
you left my alarm clock
set at 6:45 a.m.
you left your new novel
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
we both left so much
but most of all
you left your scent
buried deep inside my
and even though it's been
six nights now and I've changed
the bed linen
rearranged the bathroom
cabinet and the dressing table -
placed your book in my bookcase
thrown out your G-string
your lip gloss
and your yellow toothbrush
your scent is making my eyes
and still I can't escape you.

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