This lingering smell of laundry soap The smell of you sunk into the fibres of this shirt This last vestige of our tumultuous year The sum of which I cannot add up This lacklustre subsistence The caricature of life conjured up
How long can this last?
This finite amount of breath The particles of you fading with each inhalation This fruitless clutching on The grooves already worn flat This constant disquiet of the mind The echoes reverberating