Fauna and Jetsam

Christmas lights still in the window- it’s March
The soy sauce that won’t come out of the sheets
Doc Martens and pin-striped trousers shed beside the closet
Your green and yellow backpack with the diabolo sticking out

How dare you flee this love scene like a thief vanished in the night?
How can you leave me floating amidst the detritus of your life?

CDs by Mott the Hoople, the BeeGees and T. Rex
The depression in your side of the bed
Peace symbol printed boxers now a hat for Paddington Bear
Your sun-faded poster of a Kawasaki Ninja

Why am I a misfit toy, a cast-off, jetsam in your wake?
You have so little in your baggage there should have been room to take…
Me.