your scent has left
my linen
and i can almost
pretend 
there was never 
a person
who shared
my bed

if only
these miscellaneous mementos
regretful reminders
of you
would stop
popping up

receipts
a pair of socks
a toothpick with the faint aroma
of
tea tree oil and
mint
random pieces of 
hard candy
a puzzle you  bought
for all of us
to do 
together

shadows
of you
waning

at a snail's pace