Your hair in a wad on my shower wall.
Our socks tumbling in the same dryer—
so mixed up I accidentally put on yours.
Silly me, I wore them all day.
Your hands smelling of my favorite lotion—
not one you’d buy, but nice enough
for tonight. Your bottle of water
on the nightstand, I got half-price,
for sipping in the dark.
Your lost earring, found
behind the sofa I’ve moved to three houses.
You smelling the lids of all my perfumes,
picking one to try for the day:
“This one is nice.”
You in those cute pants I can't wear
anymore. For you, a perfect fit.
Your phone charging next to mine.
Do you want to pull a tarot card
from my favorite deck?
Your favorite mug beside mine.
Can you forgive me if I use whole cow’s milk
in my coffee each morning?
You love how basic I am that way.
I set your cup
by a framed photo of us.
Put your dirty spoon in the dishwasher
I'll unload tomorrow.
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