all her woman things

i have not really seen maria for what is certainly days but feels like weeks. between our work schedules and her constant illness we have rarely found ourselves in the same place at the same time. if i were one for flowery language i would call her a ghost. see, i have a girlfriend. i must because i keep telling friends and family that, no, she hasn't changed her mind and, yes, they will all meet her in less than a week. the thing is, now, it's her stuff that reminds me. when i walk in the door to my room and flip open my computer next to it is that paddle brush she "discovered" recently. or the hairdryer box that she told me i could throw away but haven't because it's always cold outside and fuck it i'm just not really into moving much these days. i've been eating her cream cheese lately and even dabbled with her chocolate ice cream. yes, you've noticed. there is a lot of her stuff here. just, lately, not her.