Earrings

Another poem centerred around the mundane posessions of someone I used to love.

Now that I have finally cleansed you

From every corner of my life,

I have found it in myself to clean everything else. 

And as I cleared the desk today, I found two or three of your favorite earrings,

Ones that you had lost track of

When I still loved you.

There was even a pair.

I hate the part of me

That you put there,

The part of me that grins 

At the prospect of your misfortunes.

I know you’re missing them.

I know you’re missing me. 

One day I will find your s**t 

On my desk

Or under my bed

And just be sad for you that you are missing it.