It Was

It was the red Folgers’s
coffee can sitting, out of place,
on that shelf beckoning
me to peer inside. The multi-
tude of 1 by 2 inch
ziplock baggies, stuffed
one inside the other, boasting
finely grained residue
in small corners. The beige
rubber band wrapped
purposefully around a fist-
full of coffee stirrers
holding them captive until
your next use.

It was the purple Crown
Royal bag, tumbling forth
dark skinned make-up base
gently into my open hand. The
blusher brush feathering
my arm, leaving rouge like
stains on skin as two glass
pipes, smutted with soot,
clinked against
each other and landed
on the bed.

It was tears
that did not manifest,
heart not filled
with anxiety and
hands
that did not shake.

Restoring all items
to their former resting
place,
it was me
wondering

am I finally
over you?