she contains your scent in an airtight plastic bag
your scent in your blanket, your covers, unwashed
the last night you spent in her flat
said goodbye as if there was another tomorrow
you left in a hurry
left as if you’d return
along the way you decided that you wouldn’t
you’d never say goodbye to anyone
anything, anyplace
we lost you along the way
the cat waited in our mother’s flat that turned dark and heavy
for your return
Croque-Melpomene 