Linger
What lingers? You…
Why can’t I change the sheets?
Why is the window still closed?
Why are your shirts on the chest?
Your purple hat fading by the sun?
Your towels in a pile?
Book open to that page?
The fountain pen now dried?
A flower with no flowers?
My jeans are so loose…
I can’t taste anything…
My phone is silent…
Why does love seem so tainted now?
Why do I not matter anymore?
Nothing seems to…except you…
But you left…
Yet what is the only thing that does matter…and still lingers…yet fades with every passing day…as I also do…for your not here…
You.