Coffee stains on the bed sheets,

Clothes scrunched like a love-letter draft,

Bottles littered like loose teeth,

Pyjama tops that made you laugh,

Broken chairs from lude misdeeds,

A rusted lock and two spare keys,

Each a marbled cenotaph of you.

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I still find crumbs in my duvet,

Still smell the caffeine of your breath,

And every shower you overstayed

Still has my hair-dyed bathtub wet.

Your snake-eyed dice and toppled games,

Your every mess forever frames

The clutter of love, left for me to clean.