There are things there
he'd never noticed before.
The crack in the wall
just behind the bed,
that dark spot on the carpet,
the chip in the balcony railing.
She's left again,
the wrinkle on the pillowcase confirms it.
There's a ***** missing, somewhere
that he doesn't care to find.
Another woman warms his bed and
he'd found a scare on her chest.
She didn't seem to realize
she was never there
even when his hands left their watermarks
on the ceiling.