A light kiss against your ear,
That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun,
A speck of black nail polish,
That you’d pick at, then laugh when I’d watch
A pendant you often touch,
That you said to never ask about,
A sad sort of expression,
That you might have thought you hid from me
A little lists of your things,
Left behind in washed-out yesterdays.
Discarded Recollections 