The glasses stay the same
they have have always been even before you.
I left the shirts inside a bag
where I once carried you piggyback.
You are heavy,
like the rain, where we shopped for pancakes
and sex with the sea crashing on the walls of the room.
I wore a polo shirt today.
Because I left the shirts with you –
You left me with it.
And I am relieved –
that the cloth, the collar, and the way it was folded
Did not even remember you.
15th of April, 2014. 9:48PM (DXB)
NaPoWriMo – 15th April