Leftovers
by Lark Grey
· 22/03/2026
Published 22/03/2026 16:06
I moved the bottle of expired cream
to find the end of a broken dream.
A plastic tube of shampoo for the hair
of someone who is no longer there.
It left a ring of crusty white
on the glass shelf in the morning light.
I reached for the aspirin to dull the head
and found a ghost in the cabinet instead.