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

on the table is your comb
around the comb is your hair
upon your hair is your scent.

on the sink sit your teeth
frozen in permant grin
they contradict my feelings.

beside the bed
your book,
page thirty two and three
lay open next to me.

inside the wardrobe
that red dress hangs
waiting to wear you again.

on the face of the fridge
a picture of the past
a ghostly you looking out to sea.

under my head your perfumed
pillow, often during unsettled
nights I wake with the smell of you.

everywhere you are there
everywhere but here.