The kitchen towel all
Askew from where you dried your
Freshly washed hands
The bar of soap that
Touched your naked skin before
It next touched mine
The towel hung
On two hooks rather than one
After your shower
The dishes in
The sink from our dinner
Last night together
Water in your glass
On the side table by where
You sat to watch TV
Your chair askew
From when you sat to lace your
Boots before you left
The traces of you
Upon my life and heart
That remain behind
Until we meet again
These remnants will have to
Suffice
