You say you’ve left,

But you’re still here.

You say your things are packed and gone,

But I see them everywhere.

Look there!

Your coat’s hanging on the chair,

Though it should be in the closet.

Look there!

Your coffee mug’s staining the newspaper,

Soaking it brown.

You say you’ve left,

But I know better;

You will never leave.

Author's Note: I don't know what to say, really-- I guess I was feeling rather depressed about something when I wrote this, haha.