Ring at the sight of crusty outlines
On porcelain sink.
Drawers only half empty from packing
Done too slowly, of a broken e-reader,
A family portrait, used paintbrushes.
A colorful collection of permanent markers,
Bottles of empty beer in a line up against the window,
None looking me straight in the eye.
A half drawn plot plan, like the final walk and goodbye,
We rushed to avoid the end by sitting around. Now
The course to come is left to intuition.
It doesn’t take a discerning eye to see
I’ve been left to clean up their mess.