Lost. Misplaced. Mislaid. Vanished.
The words pale and fade away like you did,
none forthcoming with any clues as to how to retrieve them,
stubbornly mute under the interrogation of wet eyes.
I fumbled over the items you left,
wanting to caress them into being,
to lay out your clothes and find you in them,
a slip of a girl in a slip I removed so many times.
I put on your shoes,
size unwilling but forced,
and walked the mile in them to help me get to you,
but instead they walked me circular and tired.
I steamed the shower to taste your scent,
breathed in the vapor and felt only empty moisture,
no clouds of headiness, no drop of your sweat remained.
Your lipstick on my lips felt wrong,
the kiss I hoped they’d place there only reminded me,
taunted my mouth and pouted you gone until I teethed it off.
I find you everywhere here yet nowhere anywhere,
a ghost I cannot conjure or channel,
a forgotten memory,
a witness relocation that left me the victim,