You leave behind unknown tears.
A hole in your room.
A space at the table.
A green apple in the fridge,
And a thought in the freezer still thinking of you.
Eight pairs of forgotten socks in the laundry.
You leave one friend at the movies,
     another at the gas station,
     and a third buying tacos and ice cream.
And you think you'll go back.
And you'll try all your life to go back.
But you'll never quite get there.