her toothbrush on the sink.
her lipstick.
her shoes
are under the bed.
she's left a dress
on a hanger
on the door.
she's turned her book
over
on the chair
where last read.
the plants are watered,
the dog fed.
i see packets of green
tea
where coffee used
to be.
slowly i'm losing control
of this house.
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