By: Karla Stefan Singson

Don’t move on yet.
I haven’t unsubscribed you
From my cerebral basement.
I haven’t dismembered you
From the borders of my abode

I don’t press the toothpaste tube
At the center anymore
And I don’t leave my towel
At the bed after I shower
I now water your orchids everyday.
And I bought your favorite magazine;
It’s on the dining table

Don’t move on yet.
Your toiletries are still
By my dresser.
And your brush,
My pillow,
The sink,
Still has some
Stray strands of your golden hair.