For a Departed Lover
There are dead flowers and used condoms in the garbage
Next to the bed in my room,
Scraps of paper with your handwriting
On the desk,
On the floor.
I notice that strands of your hair remain on my body.
For a moment I confuse them with my own.
Your smell lingers on my skin in places where your sweat used to be.
You forgot it there,
Left it in this place along with the stains on my sheets.
And I miss you when I close my eyes.
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