Subtle

Its the little things that let me know she's been here (when she not supposed to be) still-warm water droplets in my tub the scent of a cologne I haven't worn in a while Diorskin Nude inside the collar of my favorite shirt My bed a little too well-made her silhouette barely graces my pillow my robe hung a little too neatly on the closet door HF Saint upside down in my bookcase Damien Rice at the top of my playlist Prescriptions aligned in the medicine cabinet My notebooks, dog-earred and well-read a cigar missing from my humidor (not one of the good ones though) Maybe I shouldn't be away from the house for so long maybe I should keep all the windows locked but then who would keep me company?