Nothing more than empty creases in my bed.

A coat, still. On its hook.

High heels, abandoned askew.

The simplest things remind me.

The littlest things undo me.

Nothing more than dust on a perfume bottle.

A handbag, empty. Pillaged for essentials.

To do lists, started not finished.

The simplest things remind me.

The littlest things undo me.

Nothing more than the flash of a memory.

Images of perfection.

You, my endless love.