You left your hair in the sink I kept it there as a reminder we were growing old, that things fall out of place and take awhile to rebirth themselves
You left your scent lingering between my sheets the familiar mixture of body heat, sly smiles I left it there as a reminder of our conversations, the ones where our paper hearts wrote tin can telephone conversations through our arteries
You left every single ******* sock of yours on the floor tossed aside, claiming they trapped too many feelings inside them at night
Sleeping with feelings wedged between your toes is the equivalent to walking between whispers
It never works.
You left your skin on the kitchen counter between the sink and the stove a reminder that we are always shedding the excess that in six months we are sombody new, something our body doesn't quite feel comfortable yet
You left too many notes for me to find. hidden in the crevices of drawers under the matress stitched inbetween pillow case threads even inside the broken toaster a reminder that anything can catch a flame
You left a lot of things in Oregon, but you didn't leave your heart.