Why Today? (22/30)

It was in the half light of a new day she left.
      The imprint of her body moulded into the sheet
like a handprint on damp sand.
       Even in the confused state between sleeping and waking
he knew she had gone.
       Tracing the curve of her back on the sheet, inching
forward as if she was still there,
       he placed his head on the pillow where hers had lain
and smelled the faint roses of her shampoo
       but tasted salty tears.