The Bitter Man

Look at the tracks I have left.
Beyond the paper, and the photos,
Look now, as you never did when it would have meant more.
The things I loved an enjoyed are still there.
Some will always be there, but still,
I am asking that you look now, and reflect, please.
Do you recognize the shoes I wore,
And know which coat I preferred?
Check the pockets and you’ll see some things I often kept.
Look on the walls of each room.
It’s like the first time you’ve seen them,
So please don’t get lost. Too bad you don’t know this place better.
Look all around and visualize.
This is your last chance to know me,
So that you can talk with other people like we were together.
Don’t overlook anything!
It’s all there – music and movies,
Socks, toothpaste, bread crumbs, and un-fluffed pillows.
The couch where I napped,
The remote controls, an empty glass,
Do you even know what I might have been drinking?
Take one last look.
You have no choice now,
But to admit that all this is tragically unfamiliar.
The sadness is gone from me now.
It stays behind with you all,
Who missed your chance to share the rest with me while I was here.