The moment after.

If we have to be apart for eternity.
I will be in the moment when you have just left.
In the resonance of the slammed door,
I will smell your scent lingering in the air
A scent that for me, is the scent of departure.
I will reach under your pillow, half-expecting to find a forgotten wallet.
I will look at the hollow on the other side of bed.
By its side
The rim of your cup , still brown from the coffee
The spoon holding a grain of sugar in its belly.
The book you were reading the last night ,
Lying open invitingly, on its spine
One of its pages clumsily dog eared.
Clothes strewn about ,
on the floor, behind the sofa, and teasingly, beneath the fridge.
A tell tale stain on collar of shirt
I will sweep out the memories from under the rug.
all the things that we slipped under that, the ones we couldn't discard
and were too bothered to keep.
The bathroom mirror will be misty ,
the soap will have a foam.
I will see a hairbrush with a single brown hair twirling around its teeth.
With a mop and a duster, I will set out to organize my universe,
Tracing the footprints to wipe.
A trail, that for me, is cosmic in significance.

So if you have to go at all,
Leave me in the moment when you have just left.
I will have these tokens of your being,
that naively reassure me of the temporariness of our separation.