Unpacking

Inside the black trash bags
were rumpled clothes
and overturned toiletries,
half-filled sketchpads
and a bottle of cuervo gold.

You shucked those of his clothes
which had crawled into your wardrobe
onto a pile on the floor
and spoke of Albany
and the Marines.

Later,
when we threw
the newspaper bags filled
with his trespassing things
at his doorstep,

we watched him walk
into the house and
out of our lives for the night.