You left your clothes here
The last time you came to see me
Oddly they smelled of you
And so I left them out
They reminded me of you
Each time I passed them by
But even the most pleasant of nostalgias
Can begin to haunt the heart
So I put them away
Far out of my sight
They’re in the bottom drawer
Buried beneath my things
Waiting
For the next time you come to see me
