her lingerie

i find another piece
of her lingerie

in my closet. the week i told
her
to get out of my house,

she left behind
a bag of chocolates,

a hand written note of apology,
fake of course,

a bottle of vodka
and lingerie
on a hanger

in the closet that was once
hers. one can see how her
psychotic mind
works,

but now i find another slip
of hers,
a silk black teddy

on the top shelf of my closet,
out of sight for all these months,
a reminder of some dark sort.

she has become gum
stuck to the bottom of my
psyche shoe.

i think about throwing it
in the yard of her ex husband
where she lives now,

next door to her married boyfriend,

but don't. i toss it in the trash.
and wash my hands.

the chocolates however, were delicious.