We have had the talk.
I gathered up all your things,
put them in a bag and
gave them back to you.
But every once in a while,
I will find one of your hairs on the floor,
in-between the mattress and the wall,
sometimes on the clothes
that I have not washed in a while.
Even in the magazines in the bathroom
I still find those long brown hairs.
And that is all that is left of you.