your slippers are still stiff
with newness, in the
M&S carrier bag, receipt
customer services refund
when it’s ok to continue the
ridding process that
your body started all those
nights ago,
the deterioration
the sinking into the sheets
the fading and wasting and
all that’s left is your outline in
the sunken mattress
hollowed clothes
thin hairs on soap
unopened letters.
shadows lie still beneath
remnants of a life, and
I’m left with
your slippers
never worn.