it is sitting in the garbage
shattered
along with the
aluminum foil wrapped turkey
the cranberry sauce, sweet potatoes
and your toothbrush
the writing on the wall is gone too
the sheets are in the dryer
and they don't smell like you anymore
they all smell like dr. bronners
but the lavender kind
not the peppermint kind
that one smells like you
and i would breathe it in deep
so deep
when you would hug me at night
before bed
no evidence is left
except a couple of coconut bars
and the memory of what wasn't
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