I left out two piles of clothes 

One clean, one dirty

I’ll sort them later 

I left out my pills

I’ll take them in the morning 

I’ll take them at night 

To keep me sane

I left out my space heater 

Used to correct the draft

I’ll sit by it till my skin burns

Like flames licking my skin 

But still I sit

I left out my makeup 

Strewn by the mirror 

On the floor 

I’ll paint my face

With the detail of an artist 

I left out the old coffee mug 

Electric and cold

One sip left 

Now stained with rings

Saturn could never

I left out my backpack -unopened-

It can stay that way forever

I won’t put myself through that

So the zipper can rust

And I can lay peaceful

I left out my necklaces

They used to shimmer around my neck 

Now they weave together 

Wanting to be worn

When I left

I left out the part of me

That I don’t want to be seen

I left out the space where I live 

from the space that I breathe

I left out my pain 

And my mess

And my imperfections 

And if I’m gone

The things I left out 

Are all that’s left of me

And all that someone sees