1. The You's You Leave Behind Poem by Not Long Left

On this table is your comb
curled round its teeth is your hair
upon your hair is your scent.

On this sink sit your teeth
frozen in permenant smile
contradicting my feeling.

Beside this bed your book
pages thirty two and three
lay open next to me.

Inside this wardrobe your dress
it hangs hopelessly untouched
waiting to wear you again.

On the face of the fridge
a ghostly you looks at a knowing me
your feet testing the cold English sea.

Under my head your perfumed
pillow, in the blindness of night
I awake to the smell of you.

Everywhere you are there
Everywhere but here.