in the museum of your last day

.

there is a coat on a coat hook in a hall. Work-gloves

in the pockets, pliers and bent nails.

There is a case of Quaker State for the Ford.

Two cans of spray paint in a crisp brown bag.

A mug on a book by the hi-fi.

A disk that starts on its own: Boccherini.

There is a dent in the soap the shape of your thumb.

A swirl in the glass when it fogs.

And a gray hair that twines

through the tines of a little black comb.

There is a watch laid smooth on a wallet.

And pairs of your shoes everywhere.

A phone no one answers. A note that says Friday.

Your voice on the tape talking softly.

.

~ Patrick Phillips

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