Towel- A Memory 

towel on bed

I sat on the sofa
and saw you leave from the front door
dragging and pulling the heavy suitcases
creating footprints and imprints
in my heart and on the floor.

I go inside to see
what all you packed and
what all you left behind
and from what I see
looks like you took almost everything
except for that, on the bed…
I walk to that corner of the bed
and I stare for some time
then walk out of the room,
smirking as if all is fine.

I stir my tea thinking
what would you do
when you find my towel in your suitcase
and wondering what would I do
the next morning,
with your towel that lay on my bed…

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