There is always the trace of you in these places we once called ours. I’m here again today and now they’re only mine and yours.

I come from time to time just to see if things have changed. Not much has though there’s a new couch now.

And there is still that familiar knot in the butter of this biscuit as savory as our kisses were.

My coffee is still dark like the blades of your eyes, your rooibos tea now a touch lighter than mine.

I’m here to find what only I can see. What you always saw, what I simply perceived.

I’m stronger this time but I still bend like your smile. The new couch is staring at me and I’m wondering what is right.