What was left...

You had left my door,and
We knew,there was nothing left...


I reclined in my deckchair
Picked up a novel,but couldn't read a page...


I looked back at the table.


The half-left sandwich,the lettuce leaves
The scar of a rich lipstick on the coffee cup...


Carrying all of you,within
They had been left behind...




You had left my door. But.....