Physical Evidence

"You don't have to come and confess;

we're gonna find you."

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This morning I ate the last

of the reheated leftovers from the feast

that we all eagerly shared

and you prepared.

Soon, I will dutifully wash off

the final oily remains

of your residual scent;

your fluids intermixed with mine.

Then, as I immerse myself

back into piles of work and

the everpresent musical

mayhem of mundane life,

the only physical evidence

to remind me of your stay

will be so many empty bottles in a row

and the random long silver hairs

            scattered on the pillows.