there were so few

i scrub the house

squeaky

clean

of any left over debris

from

the human

hurricane that blew through.

not a card, not a scarf

or shoe,

or anything

of any color, from

red

to blue. no written

words,

no photos of happier

times.(there were so few)

no nothing

tucked away in any

dark corner.

no

brush, no lipstick,

no

small bottle of

stale perfume. nothing

my dear.

not a single thing

is worth keeping to remind

me of you.