I cleaned every trace of you; The books you read from my shelf Old folded tickets in my purse Your favourite mug in my kitchen. Trashed those pinned sticky notes Your sweatshirt which I wear on winter nights Restaurant tissue letters while waiting for food The dream catcher in the balcony And the rug you bought me. But I don’t know whether to laugh or cry over the fact That you are still sitting cross-legged Like the owner of my heart. A overstayed guest you’re; To you my heart still doesn’t know how to wave that final goodbye. Little long than usual series: 27 #longthanusual I cleaned every trace of you; The books you read from my shelf Old folded tickets in my purse Your favourite mug in my kitchen.
