There are things that haven't moved since you left
Like your favorite mug which still sits on the top shelf
Like your raincoat that still has mud on its hems behind the door
Like the alarm clock on the bedside table, it still rings at 5 a.m.
Like the bill you used to mark the page where you stopped reading
Like the sound of water dripping from the kitchen faucet you always forget to fix
Like the smell of you every time I enter the room
And then there's me, still here, still waiting
I haven't moved since you left.