It's not here anymore
Your cigarette butts
When I empty my Ashtray
Your half empty bottle of rum
When I open my cupboard
Your toothbrush where you
Left it in my bathroom
It's not here anymore
Your expensive cologne that clings
To everything you come in contact with
Your phone charger
Next to my bed
Your side of the bed
The second glass
The second plate
It's not here anymore
Your voice
Your name on my phone
Your favourite movies in my collection
No trace left
And yet
Your cologne sticks to the inside
Of my walls
Your food to the inside
Of my mouth
Your words
The inside of my head
I wish you would just
Leave