the remnants of her linger still
a radio, a torch and a can of hairspray
some toothpaste, a naan bread and some chicken rub,
an egg timer, an i-pod cover and some baby milk
the remnants of her disorganisation linger proudly,
a scented candle, a full and empty bottle of wine
notepads and magnetic giraffes stuck to the fridge door,
an union-jack shopping bag and some food scales I can’t work
and some breakfast biscuits bought on the whim of maybe more,
a kopparberg cider glass and a pumpkin lantern making kit
colourful sandwich plates and an old oral shringe for the dogs medication,
all these things I see as I quietly glance about the place
whether you’re here or not you’re my muse and meditation
