Combing through the mess you left behind...
I dig for remanants of attitude...
For aspects,
Hidden...
In loose socks and
Wadded-up efforts
Of penned prose
To me...
Of empty wrappers,
The labels of your taste...
The essence of you...
Surrounding and within your
Pile
Of left over
Dreams...
Your throw ways-
Of meaninglessness...
That still haunt me
In the corners of
My mind
2nd hand treasures, once
Worthless now...
As the fading day
Dies slowly in the west...
Realization that there
Is nothing worthwhile left-
Of what once was
Our cozy love nest...!
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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