As You Left ItA Poem by DrDLove never really disappearsTwo
hairpins rest beside the bathroom basin. A
Sunday paper (two weeks old) Still
is on the sofa. Magazines you forgot to read Await
you exactly where you left them. There
is a strand of your hair. . . . A
new box of kleenex. . . . Two
plants. . . . A
collection of letters. . . . And
me. It
is all as you left it. . . . Especially
me. © 2014 DrDFeatured Review
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