junk

stacks of letter, t-shirts and jackets, all belonged to someone in the past.
i smelled them for the last time, before i pack it up and send it back to where it belongs.
the lingering smell of an odor that i long to grasp.

two plastic penis, three porns, candles and strap on,
from someone from the past who still wants to be in the present but is no longer wanted.

oh how i long not to belong.