everything is as i left it
my shoes are on the rack. my coat is on the hook. my gloves are in the basket by the mirror.
the back of my sofa is gnarled by cat claws, but they haven’t touched a thread since i left.
my favorite mug sits in the kitchen cupboard. my clothes hang in the bedroom closet. my shampoo balances on the edge of the bathtub.
all of my little treasures are perched upon the shelves, waiting for me to see them again. from where i am, i can see them all, but they will keep waiting.
everything is as i left it. i left everything.
i’m not dead, not in the traditional sense. i’m only gone forever.