cleaning day     I just went through the closet and found all my missing socks discovered our photo album under your jeans in that big box   I found twenty seven dollars in the pocket of your coat and a sugar-sticky letter I must have been drunk when I wrote   my sneakers that you borrowed smell like high tide at the gym unwashed inside your duffel bag since that last moonlit midnight swim   I opened your shabby suitcase and found the crackerjack rings that we exchanged last summer and, oh, a hundred other things   I’m cleaning out the closet and I’m looking for a clue right now I can’t remember why I told you we were through   your scent lingers on my clothing your junk fills every drawer but the sinking in my stomach is much harder to ignore   all that glitters is not golden time will tarnish much that gleams so I’m sweeping out the corners and boxing up our dreams