I had to get rid of your things today.
You know, the stuff that got collected,
As we went from place to place--
Your clothes that were still in my cabinet;
A few pairs of shoes that were also there;
A dried-up flask of your aftershave;
The exquisite decanters of bahkoor
On my ancient, rickety dressing desk.
In fact, a lot of the domestic implements,
Surrounding my waking moments,
Had a screaming touch of you, my love.
Every corner commenced a deluge
Of forgotten thoughts and emotions--
And I had to cease the inundating tears
That abruptly threatened to gush.
One thing left to accomplish, darling--
I also had to cleanse my heart--
Orchestrate a smudging ritual
That'll discard the ghost of your smile;
Although, alas! Even its spicy scent
Evokes the memories of your laugh!
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