Such quiet whispers, silent, shivers, soft
A rocking chair is still swaying where we
Fought. Your voice was cracking your guitar was
Silent, unused in the corner were you
Left it. Your sheets overturned by a night
Of no sleep again, again, again, a
Minnie fridge full of Chinese takeout your
Girlfriends hair brush in the kitchen sink her
Lipstick stains smeared on your pillow case
You kept asking me why I came, I came
For my bag, yes, that bag with the leather
Handle and your grandmothers purple necktie