Your bag walked out the front door



muttered something



harsh



gave orders



my gaze lingered surprised in the doorway



your jeans it turns out were left behind



tossed nonchalantly onto the chair in the bedroom



I see an affectionate photo of me in a message from you—from yesterday—on my phone



I love you ......



a T-shirt in the laundry basket



and a pair of socks under the bed



your toothbrush in a glass



aftershave and deodorant



yes, they are still there



and the scent of you on my pillow



near yet so far away



I am lying under the duvet now



amidst painful sheets



I try to swallow



I try to say something



like a final goodbye



but no sound comes out



my closed eyes



see your silhouette now



far away in the distance



and does the heart feel okay?