Unsettled

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Unsettled

I'm in your room and on my tiptoes - as usual. It's slick with the scent of rose and Dowel wood - Which I detest, which he still loves even now. I run your old towel-dress under the shelves, dismantling the cobwebs you've left behind. They stick to the fabric, bind the fibres - but unwind the ones in my mind. (The ones that are his now. Never mine.) Nevermind - The sun blares, making shadow puppets through the hole in the blind. Your car - ours now - is parked outside. He got it in the will. The man doesn't even drive. He hollers from the kitchen, offers me a coffee. In your mug. Offers me a hug on the side - why, I know he's stil