It's too easy for you to leave
to simply gather all
you hold
necessary and precious
fold them into orderly stacks
in a suitcase
marked with a red ribbon
for easy identification
as yours.
Vacuuming remnants of our life
from underneath our bed,
passing the timelessness,
I found a forgotten necktie.
I secured it through my beltloops
tied into a square knot
even a sailor would be proud of;
wondered if you'd recognize it
and whether you would claim me
when you came home.
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