years ago.
maybe decades, who had
a habit
of leaving things
behind.
a shoe.
a bag, a coat, something
sheer and black
perhaps
left between the sheets.
a brush,
a comb.
a small bottle of perfume.
calling cards?
good bye notes?
it was hard to tell, perhaps
her memory
like mine, was beginning
to fail.
but to this day,
as i look at a box of her
left things,
i really don't know.
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